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WITH    TUNES. 


For  "The  Service  of  Song  in  the  House  of  the  Lord." 

1  Chron.  6:  31. 


"In  Psalms  and  Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs,  singing  with 
grace  in  your  hearts  to  the  Lord." — Col.  3 :  16. 


CLEVELAND,  O. 

H.  J.  EUETENIK,  991  Scranton  Avekite. 


Synod  of  Ohio  of  the  Reformed  Church  in  the  United 
States,  Xenia,  O.,  May  13ih,  187S. 
"It  was  resolved, 

"That  in  accordance  with  the  permission  of  the  General  Synod  in  1869, 
this  Synod  approves  and  recommends  for  provisional  iise  in  all  the  Churches 
and  families,  the  book  entitled  "REFORMED  CHURCH  HYMNAL,"  com- 
piled by  a  Committee  of  this  Synod. 

Attest : 

ISAAC  H.    REITER, 

Stated  Clerk, 


"If  the  singing  is  such  as  befits  the  reverence  which  we  ought  to  feel  when 
we  sing  before  God  and  the  angels,  it  is  an  ornament  which  bestows  grace  and 
dignity  upon  our  worship ;  and  it  is  an  excellent  method  of  kindling  the  heart, 
and  making  it  burn  with  great  ardor  in  prayer.  But  we  must  at  all  times  take 
heed  lest  the  ear  should  be  more  attentive  to  the  harmony  of  the  sound,  than  the 
soul  to  the  hidden  meaning  of  the  words." — Calvin. 


"We  cannot  pray  the  Psalms  without  realizing  in  a  very  special  manner  the* 
Communion  of  Saints,  the  oneness  of  the  Church  Militant  and  the  Church  Tri- 
umphant. We  cannot  pray  the  Psalms  without  having  our  hearts  opened,  our 
affections  enlarged,  our  thoughts  drawn  heavenward.  He  who  can  pray  them 
best  is  nearest  to  God,  knows  most  of  the  Spirit  of  Christ,  is  ripest  for  heaven," — 
Ferowne. 


"If  music  be  substituted  for  religion,  and  singing  for  devotion,  the  best  time 
and  the  best  voices  will  neither  increase  religion,  nor  aid  devotion.  Unless  Con- 
gregational singing  rests  upon  a  religious  foundation,  it  will  be  like  the  house 
built  upon  the  sand." — Mason. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  187S,  in  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Con- 
gress at  Washington,  by 

H.    J.    RUETENIK, 

In  trust  for  the  Publishing  House  of  the  Reformed  Church,  in  Cleveland,  0. 


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In  preparing  this  book  for  the  use  of  congregations  and  families,  we  have  re- 
turned to  the  old  usage  of  the  Continental  Churches,  now  so  widely  followed  by 
other  Denominations,  in  printing  the  Tunes  on  the  same  pages  with  the  Hymns. 
It  is  hoped,  in  this  way,  to  improve  "the  service  of  Song  in  the  House  of  the 
Lord."  But  to  reach  this  end,  so  greatly  desired  by  all,  it  is  of  still  greater  im- 
portance to  understand  the  true  meaning  and  intent  of  Singing,  as  a  part  of  Cul- 
tus,  or  Public  Worship.  This,  expressed  in  the  fewest  words,  is,  and  ought 
always  to  be  an  act  of  Prayer  or  Praise,  by  the  congregation  as  a  whole  and  by 
every  individual  worshipper.  Prayer  is  the  elevation  of  the  soul  to  God,  in  the 
various  forms  of  Praise,  Adoration,  Confession,  Thanks-giving,  Petition  and 
Supplication.  All  these  come  forward  in  our  Hymns  and  Psalms.  Those  are 
perverted  and  defective  views,  therefore,  which  regard  Singing  in  Public  Worship 
as  directed,  not  to  God,  but  to  Men,  and  as  intended  either  to  call  forth  sacred 
emotions,  or  to  produce  pleasure  by  the  beauty  of  the  melody  or  harmony.  Not 
to  men,  but  to  God,  should  our  hearts  be  lifted  up  in  our  sacred  songs.  All  who 
possibly  can  do  so,  should  unite  in  these  prayers.  And  where  the  power  of 
uniting  audibly  is  wanting,  each  worshipper  should  regard  it  as  a  privilege  and  a 
duty  to  unite  with  the  Congregation  in  making  melody  to  God  in  his  heart 
(Eph.  5.  19).  In  this  way  this  delightful  part  of  worship  can  be  restored  to  its 
true  place,  and  will  bring  its  true  blessing  to  the  worshippers. 

In  the  preparation  of  this  work,  both  in  the  selection  of  the  Hymns  and  the 
Tunes,  we  have  been  guided  mainly  by  the  above  fundamental  principle.  We 
have,  also,  regarded  it  as  of  far  more  importance  to  have  respect  to  the  quality, 
than  the  quantity  of  either  the  Hymns  or  the  Tunes.  The  Hymns  should  be  true 
prayers,  and  the  Tunes  should  befit  vehicles  and  bearers  of  these  prayers  to  the 
throne  of  Almighty  God.  The  Tunes  should  serve,  mainly,  to  enable  the 
worshippers  to  make  the  exercise  of  singing  a  common  prayer,  and  so  in  unison, 
and  in  a  pleasing  way,  to  give  utterance  to  the  emotions  and  longings  of  the  soul. 
The  attention  of  all  worshippers,  and  especially  of  all  choirs,  cannot  be  drawn 

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PREFACE. 

too  strongly  to  this  point,  because  the  general  decay  of  congregational  singing 
must  be  ascribed,  mainly,  to  the  fact  that  this  fundamental  principle  has  been 
lost  sight  of.  If  choirs,  singers,  congregations  and  ministers  will  reflect  upon 
this  subject,  they  will  come  to  see  that  the  true  way  to  restore  congregational 
singing,  is  to  select  devotional  hymns,  devotional  tunes,  and  to  train  all  to  sing, 
not  as  rendering  music  unto  men,  but  as  praying  unto  God. 

In  the  arrangement  of  the  Hymns  and  Tunes  we  have  endeavored  to  adapt 
the  book,  as  well  as  possible,  to  the  needs  of  practical  use.  "Wherever  the  book 
is  opened,  the  Hymns  on  the  two  pages  are  usually  of  the  same  metre,  for  which 
two  Tunes  are  given,  either  one  of  which  may  be  selected,  at  the  discretion  of  the 
minister  or  the  leader.  The  proper  Doxology  is  generally  found  at  the  foot  of 
the  second  page. 

Our  special  thanks  are  due  to  Prof.  George  Eingsley,  the  composer  of  so 
many  beautiful  tunes,  for  the  use  of  a  large  number  of  his  compositions.  The 
Tunes  "Hattet,"  "Lambic,"  "  Reiter ,"  "Mease"  "Good"  and  "Go  to  Tliy  Rest 
in  Peace,"  are  by  Mr.  Kingsley,  and  have  never  before  been  published.  They 
cannot  be  used,  therefore,  by  others,  without  special  permission. 

The  book  is  published  in  the  humble  hope  and  prayer  that  it  may  be  accept- 
ed of  God,  and  prove  of  service  to  his  Church. 


J.  H.  GOOD, 

I.  H.  REITER,         I  Committee. 


SAMUEL  MEASE,  J 


ZJSTDZJJST   OF  SUBJECTS. 


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I.  Hymns  of  Adoration  and  Praise.    TJie   Lenten  and   Passion   Season.  — 

190,    191,  225,  287,  376,  377,    378, 


To  God.— Hymns  3,  5,  6,  7,  8,  9,  10,  11, 
12,  14,  15,  16,  17,  18,  19,  20,  21,  22, 
23,  24,  25,  26,  27,  28,  29,  30,  32,  33, 
34,  35,  36,  37,  38,  39,  41,  44,  93, 
94,  577,  613,  616,  625,  640. 

To  the  Redeemer  (or,  Jesus  Hymns)  — 
42,  43,  45,  46,  48,  49,  50,  51,  52,  58, 
54,  55,  56,  57,  58,  59,  60,  61,  62,  63, 
64,  65,  66,  67,  68,  69,  70,  71,  72,  73, 
74,  75,  76,  77,  78,-  79,  80,  81,  82,  83, 
84,  85,  86,  87,  88,  89,  90,  91,  92,  96, 

97,  99,  100,  101,  102,  103,  104,  473, 
567,  570,  573,  574,  578,  580,  581, 
582,  583,  596,  597,  598,  602,  605,  614. 

To  the  Holy  Spirit. — Hvmns  13,  31,  40, 

98,  126,  196,  197,  208,  209,  210,  211, 
212,  213,  214,  215,  216,  217. 

The  Trinity.— Hymns  4,  35,  223,  224, 

226,  227,  .234,  625. 
The  Holy  Scriptures.— -Hymns  106,  107, 

113,  124,  125. 
The  Lord's  Day.— Hymns  47,  108,  109, 

110,    111,  112,  114,    115,  116,  117, 

118,    119,  120,  121,  122,    123,  156, 

380. 

II.  Hymns  for  the  Church  Year. 
The  Advent  Season. — Hymns  127,  128, 

129,  130,  132,  133,  137,  143,  144, 
145,  582. 

The  Second  Advent. — Hymns  95,  134, 

135,  136,  147,  235,  236. 
The    Christmas  Season. — Hymns   131, 

138,  139,  142,  148,    149,  150,    153, 

154,  620. 
New   Fear.— Hymns  140,  141,  151,  152, 

186. 

TJie  Epiphany  Season. — Hymns  79,  97, 

130,  146,  154,  158,  159,  165,  230, 
231,  232,  248,  255,  556,  560,  582. 

TJie  Lenten  and  Passion  Season.  — 
Hymns  105,  160,  161,  162,  163,  164, 
166,  167,  168,  169,  170,  171,  172, 
173,  174,  175,  176,  177,  178,  179, 
181,    182,  183,  184,  187,  188,    189, 


379,    555,  573,  574,  604,  607,    622, 

626,  627. 
TJie  Easter  Season. — Hymns  185,  192, 

198,  199,  204,  205,  206,  207. 
Ascension.— Hymns  193,  194,  195,  200, 

201,  202,  203,  222,559,  601. 

The  Pentecost  Season. — Hymns  13,  31, 
40,  98,  196,  197,  209,  210,  211,  212, 
213,  214,  215,  216,  217,  559,  630. 

Trinity.— Hymns  4,  35,  223,  224,  226, 
234,  625. 

The  CJiurcJi.  —  Hymns  218,  219,  220, 
227,  228,  229,  239,  240,  241,  245, 
408,  558. 

TJie  Communion  of  Saints. — Hymns 
155,  221,  242,  243,  244,  246. 

Missions.— Hymns  10,  69,  230,  231,  232, 
233,  247,  248,  249,  250,  251,  252, 
253,  254,  255,  258,  259,  277,  409, 
594,  608,  615. 

III.  Hymns  for  the  Ordinances  of 
the  Church. 

Baptism  and  Covenant  Relation.  — 
Hymns  89,  262,  263,  264,  265,  266, 
268,  269,  270,  472,  473. 

Confirmation.  —  Hymns  55,  271,  272, 
275,  276,  376. 

The  Lord's  Supper. — Hymns  163,  164, 
166,  175,  260,  261,  267,  281,  282, 
283,  284,  285,  286,  288,  289,  290, 
291,  292,  293,  294,  338,  376,  377, 
378,  566,  579,  585. 

Ordination  and  Installation  of  Minis- 
ters— Hymns  218,  222,  223,  224, 
231,  233,  248,  277,  278. 

Ordination  and  Installation  of  ChurcJi 
Officers.  —  Hymns  240,  244,  256, 
260. 

Laying  of  a    Corner-stone.  —  Hymns 

157,  273,  239,  245,  279. 
Consecration  of  a    CJiurcJi.  —  Hymns 

3,  12,  239,  240,  245,  274,  280. 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


Burial  of  the  Dead— Hymns  287,  295, 
296,  297,  298,  299,  300,  301,  302, 
303,  304,  305,  306,  307,  308,  309, 
310,  311,  312,  313,  314,  315,  316, 
317,  318,  319,  503,  576,  611,  617, 
618,  619. 

Harvest  and  Thanksgiving  Festivals. — 
Hymns  3,  323,  324,  325,  326,  327, 
328,  329,  330,  333,  334,  335,  557, 
672,  629. 

National  Humiliation  and  Fasts.  — 
Hymns  331,  332,  179,  188. 

IV.  Hymns  of  Christian  Experience. 

(The  New  Life  in  Christ). 

Invitations.— Hymos  339,  340,  341,  342, 
343,  346,  347,  348,  352,  353,  354, 
355,  359,  555,  575, 

Conviction  of  Sin. — Hymns  344,  345, 
351,  357,  358,  360,  632. 

Penitence  and  Conversion.  —  Hymns 
349,  350,  356,  361,  362,  363,  364, 
365,  366,  367,  368,  369,  370,  371, 
372,  373,  374,  375.— 171,  172,  178, 
179,  183,  189. 

Faith—  Hvmns  225,  376,  381,  382,  383, 
387,  388,  390,  607,  621. 

Adoption. — Hvmns  384,  385,  386,  393, 
394,  395,  405,  472  473. 

Union  ivith   Christ. — Hymns  396,  397, 

398,  579,  522,  626. 
Justification.  —  Hymns  389,   391,    392, 

575,  607. 
Joy,  Hope  and  Trust  in  God. — Hymns 

399,  400,  402,  410,  411,  412,  413, 
414,  415,  416,  418,  419,  420,  421, 
422,  423,  424,  425,  426,  427,  428, 
429,  459,  561,  565,  566,  567,  568, 
570,  578,  585,  589,  599,  600,  603.< 

The  Christian  Warfare. — Hymns  104, 
401,  402,  430,  431,  432,  433,  434, 
435,  436,  437,  438,  439,  440,  441, 
442,  443,  444,  445,  446,  447,  448, 
449,  571,  588,  592,  597,  598,  599, 
600,  603,  612. 

Love  to  God  and  Man. — Hymns  450, 
451,  452,  453,  454,  455. 

Longing—  Hymns  320,  321,  322,  406, 
407,  417,  456,  457,  458,  460,  461, 
462,  463,  464,  465,  466,  467,  468, 
469,  470,  471,  558,  564,  573,  593, 
595,  606. 

Prayer.— Hymns  257,  403,  404,  472,  474, 
475,  476,  477,  478,  479,  480,  596,  628, 


Shortness  of  Life. — Hymns  297,  311, 
317,  610. 

Com  fort  in  Afflictions. — Hymns  8,  19 
20,  45,  77,  102,  287,  295,  306,  310, 
336,  337,  482,  483,  484,  487,  488 
489,  490,  491,  492,  494,  495,  496, 
497,   565,  568,  585,  590. 

V.  Hymns  Relating  to  the  Last  Things. 

Death.— Hymns  301,  302,  303,  308,  314, 
315,  316,  493,  498,  499,  500,  501, 
502,  503. 

Resurrection. — Hymns  507,  508,  509, 
512,  513,  516. 

Judgment— Hymns  235,  236,  504,  505, 
506,  510,  514,  515,  572. 

Eternal  Life  and  Heaven. — Hymns  309, 
322,  469,  485,  486,  511,  517,  518, 
519,  520,  521,  522,  523,  524,  525, 
526,  527,  528,  529,  564,  584,  586, 
587,  591,  606,  609,  623,  624. 
VI.  Morning  and  Evening  Hymns. 

(For  Family  Devotions  and  Church  Use.) 

Morning  Hymns. — Hvmns  530,  531,  532, 

536,    537,  538,  542,  543,  544,    545, 

549,   550,  551. 
Evening  Hi/mns. — Hvmns  533,  534,  535, 

539,    540,  541,  5*46,  547,  548,    552, 

553,  554. 

VII.  Miscellaneous. 

Temperance.— Hymns  344,  366,412,  629. 

Marriage. — Hymn  569. 

On  the  Sea.— Hymns  562,  563. 

Pilgrimage— -Hymns  237,  406, 465,  597, 
610,    621,  624,  626,  627,  633,    634. 

Closing  Hymns. — Hymns  180,  237,  238, 

s    625,   635,  636,  637,  638,  639,    640, 

Vhants  —  Hymns  1,  619,  620,  621,  622, 
623,  624,  625.  633,  640. 

The  Seasons.— Hymns  140,  141,  151, 
152,  186,  325,  326,  327,  330. 

Prayer  3feetings. — Hymns  1 — 126,  158 
—188,  257,  320—326,  339—529,  558, 
560,  561,  565,  566,  567,  570,  571, 
573,  574,  577,  578,  580,  581,  584, 
585,  586,  587,  591,  593,  594,  595, 
597,  598,  600,  602,  604,  607,  609, 
610,  612,  613—616,  620—625,  626, 
627,  628,  629,  630,  631,  632,  633,  634. 

Doxologies. — 640. 

Index  of  First  Lines  and  Authors. — 
Page  230. 

Metrical  Index  of  Tunes  and  Authors. 
Page  237. 


THE   LORD'S   PRAYER. 


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Give  us  this  day  our 

And  lead  us  not  into  temptation,  but  deliver. 

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Thy  kingdom  come.    Thy  will  be  done  in  ...  .  earth  as  it      is     in    heaven. 

And  forgive  us  our  debts  as we    for  -  -  give  our   debtors. 

For  thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  power,  and  the  glo  -  ry,      for  -  -  -  ever. 

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THE   APOSTLES'   CREED. 


1.  I  believe  in  God  the  Father  Almighty,  Maker  of  |  heaven  and  |  earth, 
And  in  Jesus  Christ  his  |  only  [  Son  our  [  Lord  ; 

2.  "Who  was  conceived  by  the  Holy  Ghost,  born  of  the  Virgin  Mary, 
suffered  under  Pontius  Pilate,  was  crucified,  |  dead  and  |  buried ; 
He  descended  into  hell;  the  third  day  he  |  rose  |  from  the  |  dead. 

3.  He  ascended  into  heaven,  and  sitteth  at  the  right  hand  of  God  the  |  Father 
Al  ]  mighty; 

From  thence  he  shall  come  to  |  judge  the  |  quick  and  the  |  dead. 

4.  I  believe  in  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

The  holy  catholic  Church ;  the  communion  of  saints ;  the  forgiveness  of 
sins :  the  resurrection  of  the  body  :  and  the  [  life —  |  ever  |  lasting.  |l 
A  |  men. 

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ADORATION 
OLD    HUNDBED.    L.    M. 


AND    PRAISE. 


"Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne. 
Psalm  100". 


L.M. 


1  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  J03'; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men ; 
And  when,  like  wand'ring  sheep,  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame; 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 
High  as  the  heaven  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity,  thy  love ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 


"The  blessed  Trinity." 


L.M. 


1  Great  One  in  Three,  great  Three  in  One, 
Thy  wondrous  name  we  sound  abroad  ; 
Prostrate  we  fall  before  Thy  throne, 

0  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord ! 

2  Thee,  Holy  Father,  we  confess; 
Thee,  Holy  Saviour,  we  adore  ; 
And  Thee,  0  Holy  Ghost,  we  bless 
And  praise  and  worship  evermore. 


3  Thou  art  by  heaven  and  earth  adored  ; 
Thv  universe  is  full  of  Thee, 

0  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord! 

Great  Three  in  One,  great  One  in  Three ! 

£)  "God  only  wise."  L.M. 

1  Awake,  my  tongue,  thy  tribute  bring, 
To  him  who  gave  thee  power  to  sing ; 
Praise  him,  who  has  all  praise  above, 
The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 

2  How  vast  his  knowledge  !  how  profound ! 
A  depth  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drowned! 
The  stars  he  numbers,  and  their  names 
He  gives  to  all  those  heavenly  flames. 

'■)  Through  each  bright  world  above,  behold 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  charms  unfold; 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine, 
To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 

4  But  in  redemption,  oh,  what  grace ! 
Its  wonders,  oil,  what  thought  can  trace! 
Here  wisdom  shines  forever  bright; 
Praise  him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight. 

6  'Hallelujah." 

Psalm  150.  L.  M. 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord  ;  all  nature  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine ; 

Let  heaven  and  earth  unite,  and  raise 
High  hallelujahs  to  his  praise. 

2  While  realms  of  joy,  and  worlds  arouad, 
Their  hallelujahs  high  resound, 

Let  saints  below,  and  saints  above, 
Exulting  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  As  instruments  well  tuned  and  strung. 
We'll  praise  the  Lord  with  heart  and  touguc ; 


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High  hallelujahs  to  his  name. 
4  Beyond  the  grave,  in  nobler  strains, 
When  freed  from  sorrow,  sin  and  pains, 
Eternally  the  church  will  raise 
High  hallelujahs  to  his  praise. 


1  Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  soul" 
Psalm  103 


L.  M. 


1  Bless,  0  my  soul !  the  living  God ; 
Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad ; 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 

In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  0  my  soul!  the  God  of  grace, 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise ; 
Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence,  and  forgot  ? 

3  "lis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done ; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives, 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Let  every  land  his  power  confess ; 
Let  all  the  earth  adore  his  grace : 

My  heart  and  tongue  with  rapture  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

8" I  will  praise  Thee  with  my  whole   T     __ 
heart."— Psalm  138.  -L.  M. 

1  With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue, 
I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song; 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise. 
Approve  the  song,  and  join  the  praise. 

2  To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose ; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes : 


He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  diffused  thro'  all  my  soul. 

3  Amid  a  thousand  snares,  I  stand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

4  I'll  sing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  sing  the  wonders  of  thy  word; 
Not  all  thy  works  and  names  below 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  show. 


'God's  Majesty."  Ps.  68. 


L. 


1  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong ; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations !  in  your  song ; 
His  wondrous  names  and  powers  rehearse ; 
His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

2  He  rides,  and  thunders  through  the  sky ; 
His  name,  Jehovah,  sounds  on  high ; 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  sons  of  grace ! 

Ye  saints !  rejoice  before  his  face. 

3  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  West ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest 
When  terrors  rise  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 


Dowlogy. 


I.  M. 


Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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]Q   "  Thy  KingdomCome."  Hev.  11 :  15.  L.  M. 

1  Ascend  thy  throne,  Almighty  King, 
And  spread  thy  glories  all  abroad; 
Let  thine  own  arm  salvation  bring, 
And  be  thou  known  the  gracious  God. 

2  Let  millions  bow  before  thy  seat, 
Let  humble  mourners  seek  thy  face, 
Bring  daring  rebels  to  thy  feet, 
Subdu'd  by  thy  victorious  grace. 

3  0  let  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Become  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord  ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  praise  thy  name, 
Be  thou  through  heav'n  and  earth  ador'd. 


"J  1      The  hand  that  made  us  is  Divine. 
-1--1-  Ps.  19. 


L.  M. 


1  The  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 

And  spangled  heavens,  a  shining  frame, 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 

2  Th'  unwearied  sun,  from  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 

The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 

3  Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail, 
The  tnoon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth; 

4  While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 

And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 


5  What  though,  in  solemn  silence  all 
Move  round  this  dark,  terrestrial  ball  ? 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found  ? 

6  In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice, 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice; 
For  ever  singing  as  they  shine, 
"The  hand  that  made  us  is  Divine." 


"Surely  the  Lord  is  in  this  place."     T..  TIT 
Gen.  28 :  10. 


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1  Lo,  God  is  here  ! — let  us  adore, 
And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place ! 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 
And  silent  bow  before  his  face ! 

2  Lo,  God  is  here! — him,  day  and  night, 
United  choirs  of  angels  sing ; 

To  him,  enthroned  above  all  height, 
Let  saints  their  humble  worship  bring. 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts!  Oh,  may  our  praise 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  fill! 
Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will ! 

^_3        "The  Comforter."  JohnlG:  13.       L.  31. 

1  Eternal  Spirit !  we  confess 

And  sin<j;  the  wonders  of  thy  grace; 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God,  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  thy  heavenly  ray. 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us   know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 


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3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin, 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  thy  voice. 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

~\A        "The  Scriptures"     Thess.  1:  5.       L.  M. 

1  Now  let  my  soul,  Eternal  King, 
To  Thee  its  grateful  tribute  bring ; 
My  knee,  with  humble  homage,  bow; 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 

2  All  nature  sings  Thy  boundless  love, 
In  worlds  below  and  worlds  above 
But  in  Thy  blessed  word  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  Thy  grace. 

3  There  Jesus  bids  my  sorrows  cease, 
And  gives  my  laboring  conscience  peace; 
Raises  my  grateful  passions  high, 
And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky. 

4  For  love  like  this,  oh  let  my  song, 
Through  endless  years,  Thy  praise  prolong : 
Let  distant  climes  Thy  name  adore, 
Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 

1  PC    The  Lord  God  omnipotent  reigneth.  Xj.  M. 
J-t-'  Rev.  19:6. 

1  The  Lord  is  King  !  lift  up  thy  voice, 
0  earth,  and  all  ye  heavens,  rejoice \ 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring  : 
"The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King!" 


2  The  Lord  is  King  !  who  then  shall  dare 
Resist  his  will,  distrust  his  care  ? 

Holy  and  true  are  all  his  ways, 
Let  every  creature  speak  his  praise. 

3  The  Lord  is  King!  exalt  your  strains; 
Ye  saints,  your  God,  your  Father  reigns  ; 
One  Lord  one  empire  all  secures : 

He  reigns,  and  life  and  death  are  yours. 

4  Oh,  when  his  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  his  love  forsake, 
Then  may  his  children  cease  to  sing, 
"The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King!" 

\Q  "Return,  0  God  of  Hosts."         L.  M. 

L  Lord,  in  the  temples  of  thy  grace 
Thy  saints  behold  thy  smiling  face  ; 
And  oft  have  seen  thy  glorjr  shine, 
With  power  and  majesty  divine. 

2  Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  children  cry, 
Our  graces  droop  our  comforts  die: 
Return,  and  let  thy  glory  rise 

Again  to  our  admiring  eyes: 

3  Till  filled  with  light,  and  joy,  and  love, 
Thy  courts  below,  like  those  above, 
Triumphant  hallelujahs  raise, 

And  heaven  and  earth  resound  thy  praise. 

Doxology.  jJe  ]$[( 

To  God,  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

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AND    PRAISE. 


"Being  of  God."    Eeb  11 


1  There  is  a  Gocl,  all  nature  speaks, 
Thro'  earth  and  air,  and  seas,  and  skies: 
See,  from  the  clouds,  his  glory  breaks, 
When  the  first  beams   of  morning  rise. 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright, 
O'er  the  wide  world's  extended  frame, 
Inscribes  in  characters  of  light, 

His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 

3  The  flow' ry  tribes  all  blooming  rise 
Above  the  weak  attempts  of  art ; 

The  smallest  worms,  the  meanest  flies, 
Speak  sweet  conviction  to  the  heart. 

4  Ye  curious  minds  who  roam  abroad, 
And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 
Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God, 
Bow  down  before  him,  and  adore. 


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"Omnipresence  cf  God." 


L.M, 


4  Lord  of  all  life !  below,  above, 
Whose  light  is  truth,  whose  warmth  is  lore, 
Before  thy  ever-blazing  throne 

We  ask  no  luster  of  our  own. 

5  Grant  us  thy  truth  to  make  us  free, 
And  kindling  hearts  that  burn  for  thee, 
Till  all  thy  living  altars  claim 

One  holy  light,  one  heavenly  flame. 


"  Wisdom  of  Providence.'" 

Ps.  46:   in. 


L.M. 


1  Lord  of  all  being!  throned  afar, 
Thy  glory  flames  from  sun  and  star; 
Centre  and  soul  of  every  sphere, 
Yet  to  each  loving  heart  how  near! 

2  Sun  of  our  life!  thy  quickening  ray 
Shiils  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day  ; 
Star  of  our  hope!  thy  softened  light 
Cheers  the  long  watches  of  the  night. 

T.  Our  midnight  is  thy  smile  withdrawn 
Our  noontide  is  thy  gracious  dawn; 
Our  rainbow  arch  thy  mercy's  sign; 
All  save  the  clouds  of  sin  are  thine. 


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1  Wait,  0  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will, 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still! 
Nor  let  a  murm'ring  thought  arise, 
His  providence  and  waj-s  are  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  the  work,  the  cause  conceals; 
But  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

?>  In  heav'n  and  earth,  and  air  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees; 
And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confessed, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

4  Wait  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat: 
And  midst  the  terrors  of  his  rod, 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

20         ""*e  r^'J  °"  **0<i  °"r  Fn1!'0''-"     L.  M. 
1  Beneath  a  num'rous  train  of  ills. 
Our  feeble  flesh  and  heart  may  fail; 
Yet  shall  our  hope  in  thee,  our  God, 
O'er  ev'ry  gloomy  fear  prevail. 
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2  Parent  and  Husband,  Guard  and  Guide, 
Thou  art  each  tender  name  in  one ; 

On  thee  we  cast  our  heavy  cares; 
And  comfort  seek  from  thee  alone. 

3  Our  Father,  God,  to  thee  we  look, 
Our  Rock,  our  Portion,  and  our  Friend; 
And  on  thy  cov'nant,  love  and  truth, 
Our  trusting  souls  shall  still  depend. 


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"Thou  art  from  everlasting.' 
Psalm  93. 


L.M. 


1  Jehovah  reigns !  He  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majesty  and  might; 
The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  firm  foundation  stands. 

2  But  ere  this  spacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  first  foundation  laid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Thyself  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rise, 
And  aim  their  rage  against  the  skies: 
Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  so  high ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  For  ever  shall  thy  throne  endure : 
Thy  promise  stand  for  ever  sure; 
And  everlasting  holiness 
Becomes  the  dwelling  of  thy  grace. 


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"The  Glory  of  Jehovah. 
Psalm  97. 


L.M, 


1  Jehovah  reigns;  his  throne  is  high, 
His  robes  are  light  and  majesty : 
His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 


2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe ; 
His  justice  guards  his  holy  law  ; 

His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face; 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3  Thro'  all  his  works  what  wisdom  shines ! 
He  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs; 

His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfill 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  glorious  Lord  descend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join, 
Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  is  mine. 

00  "Oh,  that  men  would  praise  the  T,  1M\ 
"^  Lord!"     Psalm  107. 

1  Give  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above; 
Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love : 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 

And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

2  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps  lest  we  stray; 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 

Oh,  let  the  saints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works !  how  kind  his  ways ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 


Doxology. 


L.M. 


Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heav'nly  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  boJ.y  Ghost. 


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'Thrice  Hob)  Lord."     Ps.  Ill :  9. 


CM. 


1  Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 
Of  our  eternal  King : 

"  Thrice  holy  Lord  !  "  the  angels  cry ; 
"  Thrice  holy  !  "  let  ns  sing. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 
Pay,  0  my  soul !  to  God  ; 

Lift,  with  thy  hands,  a  holy  heart, 
To  his  sublime  abode. 

3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  his  name, 
Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach ; 
A  broken  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  noblest  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  holy  God!  preserve  our  souls 
From  all  pollution  free ; 

The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight, 
And  they  thy  face  shall  see. 


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'The  Lore  of  God." 
1  John  4 :  8. 


CM. 


1  Come  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
And  lift  your  souls  above ; 

Let  ev'ry  heart  and  voice  accord, 
To  sing,  that  "God  is  love." 

2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 
And  all  his  mercies  prove  ; 

Jesus,  the  gift  of  gifts,  appears 
To  show,  that  "God  is  love." 

3  In  all  his  doctrines  and  commands, 
His  counsels  and  designs, 

In  ev'ry  work  his  hands  have  fram'd, 
His  love  supremelj'  shines. 


4  Angels  and  men  the  news  proclaim, 
Thro'  earth  and  heav'n  above, 
The  joyful  and  transporting  news, 
That  God,  the  Lord,  is  love. 


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"The  Goodness  of  God." 


CM. 


1  Ye  humble  souls,  approach  j-our  God, 
With  songs  of  sacred  praise ; 

For  he  is  good,  immensely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 
In  him  we  live  and  move ; 

But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 
To  ransom  rebel  worms ; 

'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 
In  its  diviner  forms. 

4  To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come; 
'Tis  here  our  hope  relies; 

A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 


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'The  voice  of  praise.     Ps.  6G.       CM. 


1  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
Whose  breath  our  souls  inspired ; 
Loud  and  more  loud  the  anthems  raise, 
With  grateful  ardor  fired. 

2  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
Whose  goodness,  passing  thought, 
Loads  every  moment,  as  it  flies, 
With  benefits  unsought. 


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3  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
From  whom  salvation  flows  : 
Who  sent  his  Son  our  souls  to  save 
From  everlasting  woes. 

4  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
For  hope's  transporting  ray, 
Which  lights  through  darkest  shades  of  death 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

28         -An  ancient  Hymn  to  the  Trinity.    \j*  JSi» 

1  To  God  be  glory,  peace  on  earth, 
To  all  mankind  good  will; 

We  bless,  we  praise,  we  worship  thee, 
And  glorify  thee  still ; 

2  And  thanks  for  thy  great  glory  give, 
That  fills  our  souls  with  light : 

0  Lord,  our  heavenly  King,  the  God 
And  Father  of  all  might ! 

3  And  thou,  begotten  Son  of  God, 
Before  all  time  begun  ; 

0  Jesus  Christ,  thou  Lamb  of  God, 
The  Father's  only  Son  ; 

4  Thou  who  the  sins  of  all  the  world 
Dost  fully  take  away, 

Have  mercy,  Saviour  of  mankind, 
And  hear  us  when  we  pray ! 

5  0  thou,  who  sitt'st  at  God's  right  hand, 
Upon  the  Father's  throne, 

Have  mercy  on  us,  thou,  0  Christ, 
Who  art  the  Holy  One  ! 


6  Thou,  only  with  the  Holy  Ghost 
Whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 
In  glory  of  the  Father  art 
Most  high  for  evermore  ! 

29  Te  Deum  Jaudamus.  C  S±* 

1  0  God,  we  praise  Thee  and  confess 
That  Thou  the  only  Lord 

And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  the  earth  adored. 

2  To  Thee  all  Angels  cry  aloud ; 
To  Thee  the  Powers  on  hi^h, 
Both  Cherubim  and  Seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry : 

3  0  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord, 
Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey, 
The  world  is  with  the  glory  filled 
Of  Thy  majestic  sway. 

4  The  Apostles'  gloriuus  company, 
And  Prophets  crowned  with  light, 
With  all  the  Martyrs'  noble  host, 
Tlry  constant  praise  recite. 

5  The  Holy  Church  throughout  the  world, 
0  Lord,  confesses  Thee. 

That  Thou  the  Eternal  Father  art 
Of  boundless  majesty. 

Doxology.  *j*  Si.* 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore  ; 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


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PLEYEI'S    HYMN.    7s 


1  Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven, 
Man,  the  well-beloved  of  Heaven. 

2  Sovereign  Father,  heavenly  King, 
Thee  we  now  presume  to  sing ; 
Glad,  thine  attributes  confess, 
Glorious  all,  and  numberless. 

3  Hail,  by  all  tlry  works  adored  ! 
Hail,  the  everlasting  Lord  ! 

Thee,  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove 
Lord  of  power,  and  God  of  love. 

4  Christ  our  Lord  and  God  we  own, 
Christ,  the  Father's  only  Son; 
Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
Saviour  of  offending  man. 

5  Bow  thine  enr,  in  mercy  bow; 
Hear,  the  world's  Atonement  thou! 
Jesus,  in  thy  name  we  pray, 
Take,  O  take  our  sins  away. 

6  Hear,  for  thou,  0  Christ,  alone 
Art  with  thjr  great  Father  One; 
One,  the  Holy  Ghost  with  thee  ; 
One  supreme,  eternal  three. 

3l    Prayer  for  the  Indwelling  of  the  Spirit. 

1  Holy  Spirit!    Love  Divine! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast : 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 


7S. 


2  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way  : 
Keep  me  thine,  iorever  thine  ; 
Let  thy  love  and  joy  be  mine. 


32 

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"All  the  sons  of  God  shouted  for  joy."     7  S» 


Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun. 
When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born: 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away ; 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  : 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth; 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

5  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death ; 
Then,  amid  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

33  "Boli/,  holy,  holy  is  the  Lord  of  Hosts."    <S» 

1  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
Be  thy  glorious  name  adored  ! 
Lord,  thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail,  celestial  Goodness,  hail ! 


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TELEMANN'S    CHANT 


2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  thine  ear, 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring. 
When  around  thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  While  on  earth  ordained  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way, 
Till  we  come  to  dwell  with  Thee, 
Till  we  all  thy  glory  see. 

4  Then  with  angel-harps  again 
We  will  wake  a  nobler  strain ; 
There,  in  joyful  songs  of  praise, 
Our  triumphant  voices  raise. 

34r  "Within  the  Vail."    Ps.  29  :  2. 

1  To  thy  temple  I  repair ; 
Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there, 
When  within  the  vail  I  meet 
Thee  before  the  mercy  seat, 

2  While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue ; 
That  mjr  joyful  soul  may  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord,  my  Righteousness. 

3  While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love !   to  mine  attend  : 

Hear  me,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads; 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes. 

4  While  I  hearken  to  thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
Till  thy  Gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

5  From  thine  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn ; 


7s. 


And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

"I  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 

00  Te  Deum  laudamus.  7S» 

1  God  eternal,  mighty  King, 
Unto  Thee  our  praise  we  bring ; 
All  the  earth  doth  worship  Thee; 
We  amid  the  throng  would  be. 

2  Holy,  Holy,  Holy !  cry, 
Angels  round  Thy  throne  on  high: 
Lord  of  all  the  heavenly  Powers, 
Be  the  same  loud  anthem  ours. 

3  Glorified  Apostles  raise, 
Night  and  day,  continual  praise ; 
Hast  not  Thou  a  mission  too 
For  Thy  children  here  to  do  ? 

4  With  the  Prophet's  goodly  line 
We  in  mystic  bond  combine  ; 
For  Thou  hast  to  us  revealed 
Things  that  to  the  wise  were  sealed. 

5  Martyrs,  in  a  noble  host, 

Of  the  cross  are  heard  to  boast ; 
Oh  that  we  our  cross  may  bear, 
And  a  crown  of  glory  wear ! 

6  God  eternal,  mighty  King, 
Unto  Thee  our  praise  we  bring ; 
To  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One.  . 

Doxology.  7S« 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above, 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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1  Praise  the  Lord !  ye  heavens,  adore  him ; 
Praise  him,  angels  in  the  height; 

Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  him; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  stars  &f  light ! 

2  Praise  the  Lord — for  he  hath  spoken ; 
Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed ; 
Laws  which  never  shall  be  broken, 

For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord — for  he  is  glorious ; 
Never  shall  his  promise  fail ; 

God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation ; 
Hosts  on  high,  his  power  proclaim ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Laud  and  magnify  his  Name  ! 

37  Brief  Ascription  of  Praise.       OS  &  7S. 

1  Worship,  honor,  glory,  blessing, 
Lord,  we  offer  to  thy  name ; 

Young  and  old  their  thanks  expressing, 
Join  thy  goodness  to  proclaim  : 

2  As  the  hosts  of  heaven  adore  thee, 
We,  too,  bow  before  thy  throne ; 

As  the  angels  serve  before  thee, 
So  on  earth  thy  will  be  done. 

38  Praise  tothe  Creator.— Ps.  107 :  31.  Ss  &  7s. 

1  Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator ! 
Praise  to  thee  from  every  tongue  : 
Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 


2  Father,  Source  of  all  compassion, 
Pure,  unbounded  grace  is  thine : 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation ! 
Praise  him  for  his  love  divine. 

3  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 
For  the  hope  of  future  joy, 
Sound  his  praise  thro'  earth  and  heaven, 
Sound  Jehovah's  praise  on  high. 

4  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 
Till  in  heaven  our  song  we  raise ; 
There,  enraptured,  fall  before  him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


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"And  David  said,  'Blessed  be 
Tkou."'—l  Chron.  29: 10-23. 


8s  &  7s. 


1  Blest  be  thou,  0  God  of  Israel ! 
Thou,  our  Father  and  our  Lord ! 
Majesty  is  thine  forever ; 

Ever  be  thy  name  adored. 

2  Thine,  0  Lord,  are  power  and  greatness; 
Glory,  vict'ry,  are  thine  own; 

All  is  thine  in  earth  and  heaven, 
Over  all  thy  boundless  throne. 

3  Riches  come  of  thee,  and  honor; 
Power  and  might  to  thee  belong ; 
Thine  it  is  to  make  us  prosper, 
Only  thine  to  make  us  strong. 

4  Lord,  our  God,  for  these,  thy  bounties, 
Hymns  of  gratitude  we  raise; 

To  thy  name,  forever  glorious, 
Ever  we  address  our  praise. 


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GOLGOTHA.    8s  &  7s.  D. 


4:0  "The  Comforter."  8s  &  7S< 

1  Holy  Ghost!  dispel  our  sadness, 
Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  night ; 
Come,  thou  source  of  joy  and  gladness! 
Breathe  thy  life  and  spread  thy  light. 

2  Come,  thou  best  of  all  donations 
God  doth  give  when  men  implore  ! 
Having  thy  sweet  consolations, 
We  need  wish  for  nothing  more. 

3  Author  of  the  new  creation ! 
Let  us  now  thine  influence  prove ; 
Make  our  hearts  thy  habitation, 
Shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 

4  Prom  that  height  that  knows  no  measure 
As  a  gracious  rain  descend, 
Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 
We  can  ask  or  God  can  send. 

5  Manifest  thy  love  for  ever, 
Fence  us  in  on  every  side ; 
In  distress  be  our  Reliever, 

Guard  and  teach,  support  and  guide. 

6  Hear,  oh  hear  our  supplication, 
Blessed  Spirit !  God  of  peace ! 
Rest  upon  this  congregation 
With  the  fulness  of  thy  grace. 


a  -•         "Heaven  and  earth  are  full  of    ©„   ft.  7„ 
4fcJ-  the  majesty  of  thy  glory."  '  "* 

1  Round  the  Lord  in  glory  seated, 
Cherubim  and  seraphim 

Filled  His  temple  and  repeated 
Each  to  each  the  alternate  hymn  : 

2  "Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven, 
Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored ; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord !" 

3  Heaven  is  still  with  glory  ringing ; 
Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
"Holy,  Holy,  Holy,"  singing, 
"Lord  of  Hosts,  the  Lord  most  High." 

4  With  his  seraph  train  before  Him, 
With  His  holy  Church  below, 
Thus  conspire  we  to  adore  Him, 
Bid  we  thus  our  anthem  flow : 

5  "Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven, 
Earth  is  with  its  fulness  stored : 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord!" 

Doxology.  oS  e£  tfS« 

Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 
As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
|Glory  through  eternal  days. 


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THE    REDEEMER. 
SILVER  STREET.    S.  M. 


a  «-»    "The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb."  o 
4ta  Rev.  15:  3,4.  ° 


1  Awake  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb : 

Wake  ev'ry  heart  and  ev'ry  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 
Sing  of  his  rising  pow'r  ; 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  on  your  heav'nly  way, 
Ye  ransom  d  sinners  sing ; 
Sing  on  rejoicing,  ev'ry  day, 
In  Christ,  th'  exalted  King. 

4  Soon  shall  our  raptur'd  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 


A  I-*    "To  the  only  wise  God,  our  Saviour 
•  Jude  24,  25. 


S.M. 


1  To  God,  the  only  wise, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  Almighty  love, 
His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls, 
Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 


4  To  our  Redeemer,  God, 
Wisdom  and  power  belong, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 
And  everlasting  song. 
a    a         "Mate  a  joyful  noise  unto  Him      a    tut 
t«  with  psalms."    Ps.  95.  O.  ill. 

1  Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing: 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

He  formed  the  deeps  unknown; 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  : 

We  are  his  work  and  not  our  own ; 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 


4r-5    "TJie  Lord  is  my  Shepherd."    Ps.  23. 

I  The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is ; 
I  shall  be  well  supplied : 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

He  leads  me  to  the  place 
Where  heavenly  pasture  grows  ; 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

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S.M. 


THE    REDEEMER. 


LABAN.    S.  M. 


3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 
He  doth  my  soul  reclaim  ; 
And  guides  me,  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear ; 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death's  dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes, 
Thou  dost  my  table  spread ;  ■ 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 
Shall  crown  my  future  days ; 
Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

a  r*     "All  that  call  upon  the  name  of  Jesus  c   T|f 
■"±0        Christ,  our  Lord."— I  Cor  1 :  2.        »•  SLl 

1  0  Jesus,  God  and  Man, 
On  this  Thy  holy  day, 

To  Thee  for  precious  gifts  of  grace 
Thy  ransomed  people  pray. 

2  We  pray  for  childlike  hearts, 
For  gentle,  holy  love, 

For  strength  to  do  Thy  will  below, 
As  angels  do  above. 

3  We  pray  for  simple  faith, 
For  hope  that  never  faints, 
For  true  communion  evermore 
With  all  Thy  blessed  saints. 


4  On  friends  around  us  here 
0  let  Thy  blessing  fall; 

We  pray  for  grace  to  love  them  well, 
But  Thee  beyond  them  all. 

5  0  joy  to  live  for  Thee ! 
0  joy  in  Thee  to  die ! 

0  very  joy  of  joys  to  see 
Thy  Face  eternally. 

4:7        Lord's  day  morning. — Psalm  84.     fe«  M» 

1  Welcome  sweet  day  of  rest 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place, 
Where  my  great  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 

And  sing,  and  bear  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


Doxology.  !S«  JH.« 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 


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THE    REDEEMER. 
CORONATION.    C.   M. 


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1  All  hail,  the  power  of  Jesus'  name ! 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall : 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 
Who  from  his  altar  call ; 

Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

3  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 
A  remnant  weak  and  small, 

Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

4  Ye  Gentle  sinners,  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 

Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all! 

5  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

6  Oh,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ! 

We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all ! 

4rQ  An  ancient  Hymn  of  Praise  to  Cltrist.  C  M. 

1  We  sing  to  thee,  thou  Son  of  God, 
Thou  source  of  life  and  grace ! 
We  praise  thee,  Son  of  Man,  whose  blood 
Redeemed  our  fallen  race ! 


2  Thee  we  acknowledge  God  and  Lord, 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain ; 

Who  art  by  heaven  and  earth  adored, 
Worthy  o'er  both  to  reign  ! 

3  To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud, 
Through  heaven's  extended  coasts; 
Hail,  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 

Of  glory  and  of  hosts ! 

4  The  prophets'  goodly  fellowship, 
In  radiant  garments  dressed, 

Praise  thee,  thou  Son  of  God,  and  reap 
The  fullness  of  thy  rest. 

5  Th'  apostles'  glorious  company 
Thy  righteous  praise  proclaim; 
The  martyred  army  glorify 
Thine  everlasting  name. 

6  Throughout  the  world  thy  churches  join 
To  call  on  thee,  their  Head, — 
Brightness  of  Majesty  divine, 

Who  eveiy  power  hast  made ! 

7  Among  their  number,  Lord,  we  love 
To  sing  thy  precious  blood  : 

Reign  here,  and  in  the  worlds  above, 
Thou  holy  Lamb  of  God  ! 

jrz-v      "The  Wan,  and  the  Truth,  and  the    ri    -*r 
£>U  Life."  -John  14 :  6.  ^'  M# 

1  Thou  art  the  Way :  to  thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 


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THE    REDEEMER. 


ARMENIA.    C.  M. 


2  Thou  art  the  Truth :  thy  word  alone 
True  wisdom  can  impart; 

Thou  only  canst  instruct  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  life  :  the  rending  tomh 
Proclaims  thy  conqu'ring  arm ; 

And  those  who  yat  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  "Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life; 
Grant  us  to  know  that  Way ; 

That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win, 
Which  leads  to  endless  day. 


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"This  is  my  Friend." 
Cant  5:  10—16. 


CM, 


1  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 
Upon  the  Saviour's  brow; 

His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace   o'erflow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 
Among  the  sons  of  men ; 

Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 
He  flew  to  my  relief; 

For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 
And  all  the  J03*s  I  have  ; 

He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
He  saves  me  from  the  grave. 


5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 
He  brings  my  weary  feet ; 

Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joy  complete. 

6  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 
Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 

Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord !  they  should  all  be  thine. 


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"Hosarma."— Matt  21:  9. 


CM. 


1  Hosanna !  raise  the  pealing  hymn 
To  David's  Son  and  Lord ; 

With  cherubim  and  seraphim 
Exalt  the  Incarnate  Word. 

2  Hosanna !  Master,  lo,  we  bring 
Our  offerings  to  Thy  throne ; 

Not  gold,  nor  myrrh,  nor  mortal  thing, 
But  hearts  to  be  Thine  own. 

3  Hosanna !  once  Thy  gracious  ear 
Approved  a  lisping  throng ; 

Be  gracious  still,  and  deign  to  hear 
Our  poor  but  grateful  song. 

4  0  Saviour,  if  redeemed  by  Thee, 
Thy  temple  we  behold, 
Hosannas  through  eternity 

We'll  sing  to  harps  of  gold. 

Doxology.  C  M* 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


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THE    REDEEMER. 


WARD. 


KQ     Tlie example  of  Clirist.—Bom  8:  29.  Jjt  M. 

1  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord! 

1  read  my  duty  in  thy  word : 
But,  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  oul  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  def'rence  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Thy  love  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witness' d  the  fervor  of  thy  pray'r: 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  thy  vic'try  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern;  let  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  : 
Then  God  the  judge  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  foll'wers  of  the  Lamb. 


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Delight  in  Christ. 


L.M. 


1  Jesus,  thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts  ! 
Thou  Fount  of  Life  !  thou  Light  of  men ! 
From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts, 
We  turn  unfilled  to  thee  again. 

2  Thy  truth  unchanged  hath  ever  stood; 
Thousavest  those  that  on  thee  call; 

To  them  that  seek  thee  thou  art  good, 
To  them  that  find  thee— All  in  All ! 

3  We  taste  thee,  0  thou  Living  Bread, 
And  long  to  feast  upon  thee  still : 

We  drink  of  thee,  the  Fountain  Head, 
And  thirst  our  souls  from  thee  to  fill. 


4  Our  restless  spirits  yearn  for  thee, 
Where'er  our  changeful  lot  is  cast; 
Glad,  when  thy  gracious  smile  we  see, 
Blest,  when  our  faith  can  hold  thee  fast. 

5  0  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay, 

Make  all  our  moments  calm  and  bright ; 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away, — 
Shed  o'er  the  world  thy  holy  light. 

55  Xot  ashamed  of  Christ.— Marl:  8 :  38.  L.  M. 

1  Jesus !  and  shall  it  ever  be 

A  mortal  man  asham'd  of  thee? 
Asham'd  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days? 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus :  sooner  far 
Let  ev'ning  blush  to  own  a  star: 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus!  just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon; 
'Tie  midnight  with  my  soul  till  he, 
Bright  Morning-Star  !  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus !  that  dear  friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend! 
No;  when  I  blush — be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  yes  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 


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IiOVING-KINDNESS.    L.  M. 


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6  Till  then, — nor  is  my  boasting  vain- 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ! 
And  0  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me ! 


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Ps.  36:  7. 


L.M 


1  Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  thee, 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  free ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  great ! 

3  Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  strong ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gathered  thick,  and  thundered  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood, 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  good ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
But,  though  I  oft  have  him  forgot, 
His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
Oh,  may  my  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 


57 


"Unto  the  Lamb  for  ever." 
Rev.  1 :  5.  6. 


L.M. 


1  What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 
To  thee,  0  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 

2  Worthy  is  he  who  once  was  slain, 
The  Prince  of  Peace,  who  groaned  and  died; 
Worthy  to  rise,  and  live  and  reign 

At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 

3  Blessings  for  ever  on  the  Lamb, 
Who  bore  the  curse  for  wretched  men ; 
Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say,  Amen ! 

5Q  Rev.  5:  11. 12,  L.M. 

1  Around  the  Saviour's  lofty  throne, 
Ten  thousand  times  ten  thousand  sing ; 
They  worship  him  as  God  alone, 

And  crown  him — everlasting  King. 

2  Approach,  ye  saints !  this  God  is  yours ; 
'Tis  Jesus  fills  the  throne  above : 

Ye  cannot  want  while  God  endures ; 
Ye  cannot  fail  while  God  is  love. 

3  Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King ! 

To  thee  the  praise  of  heaven  belongs ; 
Yet,  smile  on  us  who  fain  would  bring 
The  tribute  of  our  humble  songs. 

4  Though  sin  defile  our  worship  here, 
We  hope  ere  long  thy  face  to  view ; 
And  when  our  souls  in  heaven  appear, 
We'll  praise  thy  name  as  angels  do. 


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1  The  Saviour!  oh,  what  endless  charms 
Dwell  in  that  blissful  sound! 

Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  comfort  round. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine, 
In  rich  effusion  flow, 

For  guilty  rebels  lost  in  sin, 
And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 

3  The  almighty  Former  of  the  skies 
Stooped  to  our  vile  abode ; 

While  angels  viewed  with  wondering  eyes, 
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4  0,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine  1 
Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ! 

Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine: 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies; 
Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall; 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all ! 

f\C\      "Thou  shall  call  his  name  Jesus."      rt    nr 
^^  Matt.  1:21.  L.  JU. 

1  Oh,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  dear  Redeemer's  praise, 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, 

To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 


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3  Jesus!  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease — 

'Tis  music  to  my  ravished  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 
He  sets  the  prisoner  free ; 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean : 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  He  speaks,  and,  listening  to  his  voice, 
New  life  the  dead  receive ; 

The  mourning,  broken  hearts  rejoice, 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

6  Hear  him,  ye  deaf!  his  praise,  ye  dumb, 
Your  loosened  tongues  employ ! 

Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy! 

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1  Jesus,  in  thy  transporting  name 
What  blissful  glories  rise ! 

Jesus — the  angels'  sweetest  theme! 
The  wonder  of  the  skies ! 

2  Well  might  the  skies  with  wonder  view 
A  love  so  strange  as  thine! 

No  thought  of  angels  ever  knew 
Compassion  so  divine! 

3  Jesus,  and  didst  thou  leave  the  sky 
To  bear  our  sins  and  woes  ? 

And  didst  thou  bleed,  and  groan,  and  die 
For  vile,  rebellious  foes  ? 


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To  thy  divine  control  ? 

Descend,  0  sovereign  Love,  descend, 
And  melt  the  stubborn  soul ! 

5  Oh,  may  our  willing  hearts  confess 
Thy  sweet,  thy  gentle  sway ! 

Glad  captives  of  resistless  grace, 
Thy  pleasing  rule  obey. 

6  Come,  dearest  Lord,  extend  thy  reign. 
Till  rebels  rise  no  more: 

Thy  praise  all  nature  then  shall  join, 
And  heaven  and  earth  adore. 


"My  Jesus  and  my  God." 
1  Cor  1 :  22-24. 


63 

1  Dearest  of  all  the  names  above, 
My  Jesus  and  my  God, 

Who  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

2  'T  is  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
Thy  Father  smiles  again; 

'T  is  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 
My  thoughts  no  comfort  find : 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three 
Are  terror  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 
My  hope,  my  joy,  begin: 

His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear; 
His  grace  removes  my  sin. 


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5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 
And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
I  love  th'  incarnate  Mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

00  -4n  ancient  hymn  to  Clirist.  C»  M» 

1  0  Jesus,  King  most  wonderful, 
Thou  Conqueror  renowned, 
Thou  sweetness  most  ineffable, 
In  whom  all  joys  are  found ! 

2  When  once  thou  visitest  the  heart, 
Then  truth  begins  to  shine ; 

Then  earthly  vanities  depart; 
Then  kindles  love  divine. 

0  Jesus,  Light  of  all  below ! 
Thou  Fount  of  life  and  fire ! 
Surpassing  all  the  joys  we  know, 
All  that  we  can  desire, 

4  May  every  heart  confess  thy  name, 
And  ever  thee  adore ; 

And  seeking  thee,  itself  inflame 
To  seek  thee  more  and  more. 

5  Thee  may  our  tongues  for  ever  bless; 
Thee  may  we  love  alone ; 

And  ever  in  our  lives  express 
The  image  of  thine  own. 


Doxology. 

To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


CM. 


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THE  REDEEMER. 
ARLINGTON".  C.  M. 


QA        The  name  of  Jesus. — 1  ret.  2 : 


CM 


1  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear! 

It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
And  calms  the  troubled  breast; 

Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Dear  name  !  the  rock  on  which  I  build, 
My  shield  and  hiding-place ; 

My  never-failing  treas'ry,  fill'd 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace. 

4  Jesus  !  my  Shepherd,  Husband,  Friend, 
My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

5  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 
And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

6  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  ev'ry  fleeting  breath; 

And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 


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Luke  23:  42. 


CM, 


1  Jesus,  Thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend; 

As  such  I  look  to  Thee : 

Now  in  the  fulness  of  Thy  love, 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 


2  Remember  Thy  pure  word  of  grace, 
Remember  Calvary ; 

Remember  all  Thy  dying  groans. 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God, 
I  yield  myself  to  thee ; 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

4  Lord,  I  am  guilty,  I  am  vile, 
But  thy  salvation's  free; 

Then  in  thine  all-abounding  grace, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

5  And,  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 
When  creature-helps  all  flee, 

Then,  0  my  dear  Redeemer-God, 
I  pray,  remember  me. 

C\Q         Clirist  our  only  joy.  Math  17:  8.      C.  M. 

1  Jesus !  the  very  thought  of  thee 
With  gladness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  dearer  far  thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 
Nor  can  the  memory  find 

A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 
0  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

3  0  Hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 
0  Joy  of  all  the  meek  ! 

To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  thou  art, 
How  good  to  those  who  seek ! 


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Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show : 

The  love  of  Jesus — what  it  is, 
None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  thou ! 
As  thou  our  prize  wilt  be ; 
Jesus,  be  thou  our  glory  now, 
And  through  eternity ! 


cv*t       "He  reviled  not  again."    lPet2: 
D  7  21-23. 


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1  What  grace,  0  Lord,  and  beauty  shon 
Around  thy  steps  below ; 

What  patient  love  was  seen  in  all 
Thy  life  and  death  of  woe. 

2  For,  ever  on  thy  burdened  heart, 
A  weight  of  sorrow  hung ; 

Yet  no  ungentle,  murmuring  word 
Escaped  thy  silent  tongue. 

3  Thy  foes  might  hate,  despise,  revile, 
Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove ; 
"Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 

Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

4  Oh,  give  us  hearts  to  love  like  thee ! 
Like  thee,  0  Lord,  to  grieve 

Far  more  for  others'  sin  than  all 
The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 

5  One  with  thyself,  may  every  eye, 
In  us,  thy  brethren,  see 

The  gentleness  and  grace  that  spring 
From  union,  Lord,  with  thee. 


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DO  Psalm  11.  L,M» 

1  My  Saviour,  my  Almighty  Friend, 
When  I  begin  thy  praise, 

Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

2  Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust, 
Thy  goodness  I  adore ! 

And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first, 
I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

3  My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 
Of  the  celestial  road, 

And  march  with  courage  in  thy  strength 
To  see  my  Father,  God. 

4  When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 
For  some  surprising  sin, 

I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 
The  vict'ries  of  my  King ! 

My  soul,  redeem' d  from  sin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

6  My  tongue  shall  all  the  day  proclaim 
My  Saviour  and  my  God ; 

His  death  hath  brought  my  foes  to  shame, 
And  sav'd  me  by  his  blood. 

Doxology.  Ct  M« 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  Mm  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord ! 


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1  0  Christ,  our  true  and  only  light ! 
Illumine  those  who  sit  in  night ; 
Let  those  afar  now  hear  thy  voice, 
And  in  thy  fold  with  us  rejoice. 

2  And  all  who  else  have  strayed  from  thee, 
Oh,  gently  seek !  thy  healing  be 

To  every  wounded  conscience  given, 
And  let  them  also  share  thy  heaven. 

3  Oh  make  the  deaf  to  hear  thy  word, 
And  teach  the  dumb  to  speak,  dear  Lord, 
Who  dare  not  yet  the  faith  avow, 
Though  secretly  they  hold  it  now. 

4  Shine  on  the  darkened  and  the  cold, 
Recall  the  wanderers  from  thy  fold  ; 
Unite  those  now  who  walk  apart, 
Confirm  the  weak  and  doubting  heart. 

5  So  they,  with  us,  may  evermore 
Such  grace  with  wondering  thanks  adore, 
And  endless  praise  to  thee  be  given, 
By  all  thy  Church  in  earth  and  heaven. 

r7f\        " No  ether  name." — Acts.  4:  12.      Ii.  M. 

1  Jesus,  the  spring  of  joys  divine 
Whence  all  our  hopes  and  comforts  flow, 
Jesus,  no  other  name  but  thine 
Can  save  us  from  eternal  woe. 


3  No  other  name  will  heaven  approve ; 
Thou  art  the  true,  the  living  way, 
Ordained  by  everlasting  love, 

To  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  Safe  lead  us  through  this  world  of  night, 
And  bring  us  to  the  blissful  plains, 
The  regions  of  unclouded  light, 
Where  perfect  joy  for  ever  reigns. 

7J_  "Tliine  wholhj— Thine  alone,"      L.  M. 

1  Jesus !  thy  boundless  love  to  me 

No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue  declare ; 
Unite  my  thankful  heart  to  thee, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

2  Thy  love,  how  cheerful  is  its  ray  ! 
All  pain  before  its  presence  flies ; 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away 
Where'er  its  healing  beams  arise. 

3  Oh,  let  thy  love  my  soul  inflame, 
And  to  thy  service  6weetly  bind ; 
Transfuse  it  through  my  inmost  frame, 
And  mould  me  wholly  to  thy  mind. 

4  Thy  love,  in  sufferings,  be  my  peace ; 
Thy  love,  in  weakness,  make  me  strong: 
And  when  the  storms  of  life  shall  cease, 
Thy  love  shall  be  in  heaven  my  song. 


2  In  vain  would  boasting  reason  find 
The  way  to  happiness  and  God  : 
Her  weak  directions  leave  the  mind 
Bewildered  in  a  dubious  road. 


72 


"The  one  thing  needful." 
Luke  10:  42. 


L.M. 


1  Jesus !  engrave  it  on  my  heart 
That  thou  the  one  thing  needful  art; 
I  could  from  all  things  parted  be, 
But  never,  never,  Lord,  from  thee. 
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2  Needful  is  thy  most  precious  blood 
To  reconcile  my  soul  to  God, 
Needful  is  thy  indulgent  care, 
Needful  thy  all-prevailing  prayer. 

3  Needful  thy  presence,  dearest  Lord, 
True  peace  and  comfort  to  afford, 
Needful  thy  promise,  to  impart 
Fresh  life  and  vigor  to  my  heart. 

4  Needful  art  thou,  my  Guide,  my  Stay, 
Through  all  life's  dark  and  weary  way ; 
Nor  less  in  death  thou'lt  needful  be 

To  bring  my  spirit  home  to  thee. 

5  Then  needful  still,  my  God,  my  King, 
Thy  name  eternally  I'll  sing! 

Glory  and  praise  be  ever  his — 
The  one  thing  needful  Jesus  is ! 


73 


"He  hath  done  all  things  well."     t     m 
Marh  7 :  37.  ■"•  m 

1  Now,  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise, 
To  my  dear  Lord  my  voice  I'll  raise ; 
With  all  his  saints  I'll  join  to  tell 
That  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 

2  Wisdom,  and  power,  and  love  divine, 
In  all  his  works,  unrivaled,  shine, 
And  force  the  wondering  world  to  tell 
That  he  alone  did  all  things  well. 

3  Howe'er  mysterious  are  his  ways, 
Or  dark  and  sorrowful  my  days ; 
And  though  my  spirit  oft  rebel, 

I  know  he  still  doth  all  things  well. 


4  And  when  I  stand  before  his  throne, 
And  all  his  ways  are  fully  known, 
This  note  in  sweetest  strains  shall  swell, 
That  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well. 


74: 


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L. 


1  Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord  ! 
Hosanna  to  th'  incarnate  Word ! 
To  Christ,  Creator,  Saviour,  King, 

Let  earth,  let  heaven,  Hosanna  sing; — 

2  "Hosanna!  Lord !"  thine  angels  cry, 
"Hosanna!  Lord!"  thy  saints  reply; 
Above,  beneath  us,  and  around, 

The  dead  and  living  swell  the  sound. 

3  0  Saviour !  with  protecting  care, 
Return  to  this  thy  house  of  prayer, 
Assembled  in  thy  sacred  name, 
Where  we  our  parting  promise  claim. 

4  But,  chiefest,  in  our  cleansed  breast,   ■ 
Eternal !  bid  thy  Spirit  rest, 

And  make  our  secret  soul  to  be 
A  temple  pure,  and  worthy  thee. 

5  So,  in  the  last  and  dreadful  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  shall  melt  away, 
Thy  flock  redeemed  from  sinful  stain, 
Shall  swell  the  sound  of  praise  again. 

Boxology.  £,  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 


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ryr"  "Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul." 

i  O  Psalm  57 :  1. 

1  Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul, 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  waters  near  me  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high : 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide : 
Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none ; 
Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone; 
Still  support  and  comfort  me ; 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed, 
All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring , 
Cover  my  defenseless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 


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jjesus,  who  thy  life  didst  give, 
Dying  that  thy  sheep  might  live ; 
Let  us  in  thy  presence  rest, 
With  eternal  comfort  blest. 


76 


'I  lay  down  my  life  for  the  sheep,"      na 
John  10 :  15.  *  * 

1  Shepherd  of  the  ransomed  flock, 
Lead  us  to  the  shadowing  rock, 
Where  the  cooling  waters  flow, 
Where  the  freshening  pastures  grow. 
Grant,  0  Lord,  that  we  may  be 
Ever  glad  to  follow  thee ; 

And  with  thankful  hearts  rejoice, 
When  we  hear  thy  gracious  voice. 

2  Saviour,  when  thy  loved  ones  stray, 
From  the  new  and  living  way, 
Gently  call  thine  own  by  name; 

All  our  wand' ring  steps  reclaim. 


77 


"Looking  unto  Jesus." 
Heb.  12:  2. 


78. 


1  When,  along  life's  thorny  road, 
Faints  the  soul  beneath  the  load, 
By  its  cares  and  sins  oppressed, 
Finds  on  earth  no  peace  or  rest ; 
When  the  wily  tempter's  near, 
Filling  us  with  doubts  and  fear, 
Jesus,  to  thy  feet  we  flee ; 
Jesus,  we  will  look  to  thee. 

2  Thou,  our  Saviour,  from  the  throne 
List' nest  to  thy  people's  moan  : 
Thou,  the  living  Head,  dost  share 
Every  pang  thy  members  bear: 

Full  of  tenderness  thou  art, 
Thou  wilt  heal  the  broken  heart ; 
Full  of  power,  thine  arm  shall  quell 
All  the  rage  and  might  of  hell. 

3  Mighty  to  redeem  and  save, 
Thou  hast  overcome  the  grave : 
Thou  the  bars  of  death  hast  riven, 
Opened  wide  the  gate  of  heaven : 
Soon  in  glory  thou  shalt  come, 
Taking  thy  poor  pilgrims  home  : 
Jesus,  then  we  all  shall  be 

Ever,  ever,  Lord,  with  thee ! 


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vycj        Wonders  of  God's  Condescension. 
*  O  Psalm  113. 

1  Hallelujah!  raise,  oh,  raise 
To  our  God  the  song  of  praise : 
All  his  servants  join  to  sing, 
God,  our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

2  Blessed  be  for  evermore 

That  dread  name  which  we  adore : 
O'er  all  nations,  God  alone, 
Higher  than  the  heavens  his  throne. 

3  Yet  to  view  the  heavens  he  bends ; 
Yea,  to  earth  he  condescends ; 
Passing  by  the  rich  and  great 

For  the  low  and  desolate. 

4  He  can  raise  the  poor  to  stand 
"With  the  princes  of  the  land ; 
Wealth  upon  the  needy  shower ; 
Set  the  lowliest  high  in  power. 

5  He  the  broken  spirit  cheers, 
Turns  to  joy  the  mourner's  tears, 
Such  the  wonders  of  his  ways : 
Praise  his  name,  for  ever  praise. 


7ge  2  Come,  in  this  accepted  hour, 
Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in  ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power — 
Rooting  out  the  love  of  sin. 
Nothing  more  can  we  require, 
We  will  covet  nothing  less ; 
Be  thou  all  our  heart  s  desire, 
All  our  joy  and  all  our  peace. 


79 


ilTke  Light  and  the  Life  of  men." 
John  1 :  4. 


7s. 


1  Light  of  life ! — seraphic  Fire ! 
Love  divine! — thyself  impart; 
Every  fainting  soul  inspire ; 
Shine  in  every  drooping  heart. 
Every  mournful  sinner  cheer; 
Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom  : 
Saviour — Son  of  God!  appear; 
To  thy  human  temples  come. 


80  Jsa.  35:  8-10.  7S. 

1  Children  of  the  Heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey  sweetly  sing ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways. 

2  We  are  travelling  home  to  God 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now.  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Fear  not,  brethren  ;  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

4  Lord,  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee ' 

Doxology.  <S» 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Blessing,  honor,  glory  be 
Given  by  all  the  heavenly  host, 
And  by  all  on  earth,  to  Thee  I 


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81 

1  My  God!  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights, 

The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights ! 

2  In  darkest  shades  if  he  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun : 

He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star, 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine, 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 

While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  his  I 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  transporting  word, 

Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell,  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break  through  every  foe; 

The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Should  bear  me  conqu'ror  through. 

£32  MS*  10:  89.  CM, 

1  Jesus,  My  Saviour !  bind  me  fast 
In  cords  of  heavenly  love; 

Then  sweetly  draw  me  to  thy  breast, 
Nor  let  me  thence  remove. 

2  Draw  me  from  all  created  good, 
From  self,  the  world  and  sin, 

To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 
And  make  me  pure  within. 


3  Oh,  lead  me  to  thy  mercy-seat, 
Attract  me  nearer  still: 

Draw  me,  like  Mary,  to  thy  feet, 
To  sit  and  learn  thy  will. 

4  Oh,  draw  me  by  thy  providence, 
Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word, 

From  all  the  things  of  time  and  sense, 
To  thee,  my  gracious  Lord. 

gg    Love  to  CItrist  desired.—  Titus  2:  11.  (J.  JH. 

Thou  lovely  source  of  true  delight, 
Whom  I  unseen  adore, 
Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines, 
But  in  thy  sacred  word 

I  read,  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  'Tis  here  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 
And  sin  and  sorrow  rise, 

Thjr  love,  with  cheerful  beams  of  hope, 
My  fainting  breast  supplies. 

4  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Light! 
Oh!  come  with  blissful  ray ; 

Break  radiant  through  the  shades  of  night, 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

5  0  may  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 
The  wonders  of  thy  love  ! 

But  the  full  glories  of  thy  face 
Are  only  known  above.      , 

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1  0  could  I  find  from  day  to  day, 
A  nearness  to  my  God ! 

Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away, 
While  leaning  on  his  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 
Anew  from  day  to  day; 

In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  Blest  Jesus !  come  and  rule  my  heart, 
And  make  me  wholly  thine, 

That  I  may  never  more  depart, 
Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4  Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  breath, 
Thy  goodness  I'll  adore ; 

And  when  my  frame  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 

/— ,  m-        "Thou  shalt  call  his  name  Jesus."   c\    -*r 
85  Matt.  \:  21.  L*  M* 

1  Jesus  !  I  love  thy  charming  name; 
'Tis  music  to  mine  ear: 

Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 

2  All  that  my  loftiest  powers  can  wish, 
In  thee  doth  richly  meet : 

Not  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

3  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart, 
And  sheds  its  fragrance  there. — 

The  noblest  balm  of  all  my  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  my  care. 


4  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 
With  my  last  lab'ring  breath; 

Then,  speechless,  clasp  thee  in  mine  arms, 
The  conqueror  of  death. 

5  When  death  these  mortal  eyes  shall  seal, 
And  still  this  throbbing  heart, 

The  rending  vail  shall  thee  reveal, 
All  glorious  as  thou  art ! 


86 


Christ  loved  Unseen. 
1  Peter  1 .-  8. 


CM. 


1  Jesus,  .these  eyes  have  never  seen  . 
That  radiant  form  of  thine ! 
The  vail  of  sense  hangs  dark  between 
Thy  blessed  face  and  mine  1 

2  I  see  thee  not,  I  hear  thee  not, 
Yet  art  thou  oft  with  me ; 
And  earth  hath  ne'er  so  dear  a  spot, 
As  where  I  meet  with  thee. 

3  Like  some  bright  dream  that  comes 
When  slumbers  o'er  me  roll, 
Thine  image  ever  fills  my  thought, 
And  charms  my  ravished  soul. 

4  Yet  though  I  have  not  seen,  and  still 
Must  rest  in  faith  alone  ; 

I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord ! — and  will, 
Unseen,  but  not  Unknown. 

Doxology,  v«  JM-» 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


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1  Jesus!  thy  name  I  love 
All  other  names  above, 
Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
Oh,  thou  art  all  to  me  ! 
Nothing  to  please  I  see, 
Nothing  apart  from  thee, 
Jesus,  my  Lord ! 

2  Thou,  blessed  Son  of  God! 
Hast  bought  me  with  thy  blood, 
Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
Oh,  how  great  is  thy  love, 
All  other  loves  above  — 
Love  that  I  daily  prove, 
Jesus,  my  Lord ! 

3  When  unto  thee  I  flee, 
Thou  wilt  my  refuge  be, 
Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
What  need  I  now  to  fear? 
What  earthly  grief  or  care, 
Since  thou  art  ever  near  ? 
Jesus,  my  Lord ! 

4  Soon  thou  wilt  come  again ; 
I  shall  be  happy  then, 
Jesus,  my  Lord ! 
Then  thine  own  face  I'll  see, 
Then  I  shall  like  thee  be, 
Then  evermore  with  thee, 
Jesus,  my  Lord! 


'The  Lamb  that  was  slain. 
Rev.  5. 


88 

1  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
Let  heaven  and  earth  reply, 
"Praise  ye  his  name ! " 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore ; 
Sing  loud  forever  more, 
"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

2  While  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 
Praising  his  name, — 

Ye,  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad, 
"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

3  Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless : 
Praise  ye  his  name ! 

In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise, 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 
"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

4  Soon  must  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  will  we  never  cease 
Praising  his  name : 

To  him  our  songs  we  bring ; 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King; 
And  through  all  ages  sing, 
'  'Worthy  the  Lamb ! " 

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89 

1  Shepherd  of  tender  youth, 
Guiding  in  love  and  truth 
Through  devious  ways  — 
Christ,  our  triumphant  King, 
We  come  thy  name  to  sing, 
And  here  our  children  bring, 
To  shout  thy  praise. 

2  Thou  art  our  holy  Lord, 
0  all-subduing  Word, 
Healer  of  strife : 

Thou  didst  thyself  abase, 
That  from  sin's  deep  disgrace 
Thou  mightest  save  our  race, 
And  give  us  life. 

3  Ever  be  near  our  side, 
Our  Shepherd  and  our  Guide, 
Our  staff  and  song ; 

Jesus,  thou  Christ  of  God, 
By  thine  enduring  word 
Lead  us  where  thou  hast  trod ; 
Make  our  faith  strong. 

4  So  now,  and  till  we  die, 
Sound  we  thy  praises  high, 
And  joyful  sing: 

Let  all  the  holy  throng, 
Who  to  thy  Church  belong, 
Unite  and  swell  the  song 
To  Christ  our  King! 


6S  &  4S.  90      "Worthy  isthe  Lamb."— Rev.  5.  6S  &  4s» 

1  Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God, 
Wide  through  the  earth  abroad 
Spread  Jesus'  fame : 
Tell  what  his  love  hath  done ; 
Trust  in  his  name  alone  ; 
Shout  to  his  lofty  throne, 
"Worthy  the  Lamb  ! " 

2  Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears ! 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears  ; 
Swell  the  glad  theme : 
To  Christ,  our  gracious  King, 
Strike  each  melodious  string ; 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 

Worthy  the  Lamb!" 

3  Hark !  how  the  choirs  above, 
Filled  with  the  Saviour's  love, 
Dwell  on  his  name ! 
There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crowned, 
While  all  the  heavens  resound, 
"Worthy  the  Lamb ! " 


Doxology. 

To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 
Hence,  evermore; 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 
Love  and  adore. 


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yJL  Christ.."— 1  Pet.  2:7.  ^.  J.  .  JU. 

1  0  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 

0  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth 
Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ! 

I'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings, 
In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 
Of  sin  and  wrath  divine: 

I'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all  perfect,  heavenly  dress, 
My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 
Exalted  xm  his  throne ; 

In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 

1  would  to  everlasting  days 
Make  all  his  glories  known. 

4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 
And  I  shall  see  his  face ; 

Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 
Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

9c%   "The  love  of  Christ,  which  paaseth  ri   t>  HI" 
«  knowledge."— Eph.  3:  19.    ^«  A  ••!"■• 

1  0  Love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art ! 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 
All  taken  up  by  thee  ? 


1  thirst,  I  faint,  I  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 
The  love  of  Christ  to  me ! 

2  0  that  I  could,  with  favor'd  John, 
Recline  my  weary  head  upon 

The  dear  Redeemer's  breast! 
From  care,  and  sin,  and  sorrow  free, 
Give  me,  0  Lord,  to  find  in  Thee 
My  everlasting  rest ! 

3  Only  Thy  love  do  I  require, 
Nothing  on  earth  below  desire, 
But  this  in  heav'n  above; 

Let  earth,  and  heav'n,  and  all  things  go, 
Give  me  Thy  only  love  to  know, 
Impart  to  me  Thy  love. 

93  ar««.25;46.  C.P.M. 

1  0  thou  that  hear' st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
Wilt  thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death 
That  casts  itself  on  thee? 

1  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 

But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  has  done 
And  suffered  once  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 
And  his  availing  blood; 

Thy  merit,  Lord,  my  robe  shall  be, 
Thy  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 
And  bring  me  near  to  God. 


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WADE.    C.  P.  M. 


3  Then  snatch  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolation  send : 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 
"Thy  Maker  is  thy  Friend." 

4  The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me, 
That  bids  me  come  away ; 
Unclogg'd  by  earth  or  earthly  things, 
I'd  mount  upon  his  sable  wings 

To  everlasting  day. 

/-%  a  Praise  from  all  creatures.      r<    T>    tit 

y^b  Psalm,  148.  Xj*  *  •  ■at 

1  Begin,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay, 
Let  each  enraptur'd  thought  obey, 
And  praise  th'  Almighty's  name ; 

Let  heav'n  and  earth,  and  seas  and  skies 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 
To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 

2  Ye  angels  catch  the  thrilling  sound, 
While  all  th'  adoring  thrones  around 
His  boundless  mercy  sing ; 

Let  ev'ry  list'ning  saint  above, 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 
And  touch  the  sweetest  string. 

3  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  sway'd, 
The  feeling  heart,  the  judging  head, 
In  heav'nly  praise  employ ; 

Spread  His  tremendous  Name  around, 
While  heaven's  broad  arch  rings  back  the  sound, 
The  gen'ral  burst  of  joy. 


Second  Advent. 
/-\ar  "Remember  Thou  me,"       r<    T>    TW 

yO  Matt.  25 :  46.  ^*  A  ■  M« 

1  When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come, 
To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home, 
Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 

Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  among  them  now, 
Before  thy  gracious  feet  to  bow, 
Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 

But — can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought?— 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 
When  thou  for  them  shalt  call ! 

3  Prevent,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace ; 
Be  thou,  dear  Lord,  my  hiding-place, 
In  this  th'  accepted  day : 

Thy  pard'ning  voice,  oh,  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear ; 
Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray ! 

4  Let  me  among  thy  saints  be  found, 
Whene'er  th'  archangel's  trump  shall  sound, 
To  see  thy  smiling  face  ; 

Then  loudest  of  the  throng  I'll  sing, 
While  heaven's  resounding  mansions  ring 
With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

Doxolony.  C.  P.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and 'Holy  Ghost, 

The  God,  whom  Heaven's  triumphant  host 

And  saints  on  earth  adore, 

Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 

Is  now,  and  shall  forever  last, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more ! 


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FERGUSON.    8.  M. 


"  Fowr  fi/e  ?'s  hid  with  Christ  in       c;    -m- 
God."—  Col.  3:  3  O.  Ill, 


96 

1  I  bless  the  Christ  of  God ; 

I  rest  on  love  divine ; 

And  with  unfaltering  lip  and  heart 

1  call  this  Saviour  mine. 

2  His  cross  dispels  each  doubt ; 
I  bury  in  his  tomb 

Each  thought  of  unbelief  and  fear, 
Each  lingering  shade  of  gloom. 

3  I  praise  the  God  of  grace ; 
I  trust  his  truth  and  might; 

He  calls  me  his,  I  call  him  mine, 
Jtfv  God,  my  joy,  my  light. 

4  'Tis  he  who  saveth  me, 
And  freely  pardon  gives! 

I  love  because  he  loveth  me, 
I  live  because  he  lives. 

5  My  life  with  him  is  hid, 
My  death  has  passed  away, 

My  clouds  have  melted  into  light, 
My  midnight  into  day. 


S.M. 


97  Christ  is  All. 

1  0  everlasting  Light ! 
Shine  graciously  within ; 
Brightest  of  all  on 'earth  that's  bright, 
Come,  shine  away  my  sin  ! 

2  0  everlasting  Truth! 
Truest  of  all  that's  true, 

Sure  guide  of  erring  age  or  youth, 
Lead  me  and  teach  me  too. 

3  O  everlasting  Strength  ! 
Uphold  me  in  the  way ; 


r- 


Bring  me,  in  spite  of  foes,  at  length, 
To  joy,  and  light,  and  day. 

4  O  everlasting  Love ! 
Well-spring  of  grace  and  peace, 
Pour  down  thy  fullness  from  above ; 
Bid  doubt  and  trouble  cease. 

5  0  everlasting  rest! 

Lift  off  life's  load  of  care ; 

Relieve,  revive  this  burdened  breast, 

And  every  sorrow  bear. 

6  Thou  art  in  heaven  our  all ; 
Our  all  on  earth  art  thou  ; 
Upon  thy  glorious  name  we  call : 
Lord  Jesus,  bless  us  now  ! 

98  Bom.  8: 16.  S.  M. 

1  0  Holy  Spirit !  come 
And  Jesus'  love  declare; 

Oh !  tell  us  of  our  heavenly  home, 
And  guide  us  safely  there. 

2  Our  unbelief  remove, 
By  Thine  almighty  breath  ; 

Oh !  work  the  wondrous  work  of  love, 
The  mighty  work  of  faith. 

3  Thy  sceptre,  Lord !  extend, 
Pity  our  deep  distress ; 

Thou  art  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend, 
Thy  waiting  servants  bless. 

4  We  bless  Thee  for  Thy  grace, 
And  Thine  almighty  power; 

We  bless  Thee  for  Thy  holy  place, 
And  this  accepted  hour. 


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Psalm  92. 


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99 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  0  Lord, 
Thy  glorious  acts  to  sing, 

To  praise  thy  name,  and  hear  thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  light, 
Thy  boundless  love  to  tell; 

And,  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 
To  join  in  heart  and  voice 

With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 
Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  heaven. 


4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
When  ransomed  from  the  grave ; 
He,  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 


100 


"Bless  the  Lord,  0  my  soul"        c    tut 
Psalm  103.  B»  Jtt' 

1  0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
Let  all  within  me  join, 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  0  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul  I 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'T  is  he  forgives  thy  sins ; 
'T  is  he  relieves  thy  pain  ; 

'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  makes  thee  young  again.    • 


101 


Praise  for  the  Redeemer. 


S.M. 


Ye  saints,  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  your  King ; 
To  Jesus,  your  Incarnate  God, 
Your  songs  of  praises  sing. 

2  Not  angels  round  the  throne 
Of  majesty  above, 

Are  half  so  much  obliged  as  we, 
To  our  Immanuel's  love. 

3  They  never  sank  so  low, 
They  are  not  raised  so  high ; 

They  never  knew  such  depths  of  wo, 
Such  heights  of  majesty. 

4  The  Saviour  did  not  join 
Their  nature  to  His  own ; 

For  them  He  shed  no  blood  divine, 
Nor  breathed  a  single  groan. 

5  May  we  with  angels  vie, 
The  Saviour  to  adore ; 

Our  debts  are  greater  far  than  theirs, 
0  be  our  praises  more  ! 


Doxology. 
Praise  to  the  Father  be  ; 
Praise  to  His  Only  Son ; 
Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 
While  endless  ages  run. 


S.M. 


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PORTUGUESE   HYMN.    lis. 


102  Psalm  23.  HS. 

1  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd;  no  want 
shall  I  know ; 

1  feed  in  green  pastures;  safe  folded  1 

rest; 
Heleadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters 

flow, 
Restores  me  when  wandering,  redeems 

when  oppressed. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death 

though  I  stray, 
Since  thou  art  my  Guardian,  no  evil  I 

fear; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff  be  my 

stay: 
No  harm  can  befall  with  my  Comforter 

near. 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is 

spread ; 

With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup  run- 
neth o'er ; 

With  perfume  and  oil  thou  anointest  my 
head ; 

Oh,  what  shall  I  ask  of  thy  providence 
more  ? 


4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful 

God! 
Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  thee  above; 
I  seek,  by  the  path  which  my  forefathers 

trod 
Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn,  thy 

kingdom  of  love. 

103       "Abide  with  us."— Lulce  24 :  29.     Us. 

1  Come,  Jesus,  Redeemer!   abide  thou 

with  me, 
Come  gladden  my  spirit,  that  waiteth  for 

thee; 
Thy  smile  every  shadow  shall  chase  from 

my  heart, 
And  soothe  every  sorrow,  though  keen  be 

the  smart. 

2  Without  thee  but  weakness,  with  thee 

I  am  strong ; 

By  day  thou  shalt  lead  me,  by  night  be 
my  song ; 

Thoujj'h  dangers  surround  me,  Istill  every 
fear, 

Since  thou,  the  Most  Mighty,  my  Help- 
er, art  near. 


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EXPOSTULATION',    lis 


3  Thy  love,  oh  how  faithful !  so  tender,  so  pure ; 

Thy  promise,  faith's  anchor,  how  steadfast  and  sure  ! 
That  love,  like  sweet  sunshine,  my  cold  heart  can  warm, 
That  promise  make  steady  my  soul  in  the  storm. 

4  Breathe,  breathe  on  my  spirit,  oft  ruffled,  thy  peace, 
From  restless  vain  wishes  bid  thou  my  heart  cease; 
In  thee  all  its  longings  henceforward  shall  end, 

Till  glad  to  thy  presence  my  soul  shall  ascend. 

5  Oh  then,  blessed  Jesus !  who  once  for  me  died, 
Made  clean  in  the  fountain  that  gushed  from  thy  side, 
I  shall  see  thy  full  glory,  thy  face  shall  behold, 

And  praise  thee  for  ever  with  raptures  untold. 

104r  "Faint,  yet  pursuing." — Judges  8:  4. 

1  Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on  our  way; 
The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  his  word  is  our  stay ; 
Though  suffering,  and  sorrow,  and  trial  be  near, 
The  Lord  is  our  refuge,  and  whom  can  we  fear  ? 

2  He  raiseth  the  fallen,  he  cheereth  the  faint ; 

The  weak,  and  oppressed — he  will  hear  their  complaint ; 
The  way  may  be  weary,  and  thorny  the  road, 
But  how  can  we  falter  ?  our  help  is  in  God  ! 

3  And  to  his  green  pastures  our  footsteps  he  leads  ; 
His  flock  in  the  desert  how  kindly  he  feeds  ! 
The  lambs  in  his  bosom  he  tenderly  bears, 

And  brings  back  the  wanderers  all  safe  from  the  snares. 

4  Though  clouds  may  surround  us,  our  God  is  our  light; 
Though  storms  rage  around  us,  our  God  is  our  might; 
So  faint,  yet  pursuing,  still  onward  we  come; 

The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  and  heaven  is  our  home  ! 

„  _  _  Passion  week. 

10O  Matt.  26 :  42. 

1  0  garden  of  Olives,  thou  dear  honored  spot, 
The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  forgot; 
The  theme  most  transporting  to  seraphs  above  ; 
The  triumph  of  sorrow, — the  triumph  of  love! 

2  Come,  saints,  and  adore  him;  come,  bow  at  his  feet; 
Oh,  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet : 

Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the  skies ! 
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lis. 


THE    HOLY   SCRIPTURES,    AND 

WINCHESTER.    L.  M. 


t  r\a     The  Works  and  the  Word  of  God.   t     1WT 
106  Psalm  19.  **.BL, 


1  The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  ; 
In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 
And  night,  and  day,  thy  power  confess  : 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 
Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  hath  run; 
Till  Christ  hath  all  the  nations  blest 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise ! 
Bless  the  dark  world  with  heaventy  light ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 
Thj-  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view 
In  souls  renewed,  and  sins  forgiven ; 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  rny  guide  to  heaven. 

107  2  Cor.  4:  3.  L.M. 

1  God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
Makes  his  eternal  counsels  known; 
'T  is  here  his  richest  mercy  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 


2  Here  sinners  of  a  humble  frame 
May  taste  his  grace  and  learn  his  name, 
May  read  in  characters  of  blood 

The  wisdom,  power  and  grace  of  God. 

3  The  prisoner  here  may  break  his  chains; 
The  weary  rest  from  all  his  pains ; 

The  captive  feel  his  bondage  cease ; 
The  mourner  find  the  way  of  peace. 

4  Here  faith  reveals  to  mortal  eyes 
A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies : 
Here  shines  the  light  which  guides  our  way 
From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 

5  0  grant  us  grace,  almighty  Lord  I 
To  read  and  mark  thy  hoi}'  word  ; 
Its  truth  with  meekness  to  receive, 
And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 

108  Psalm  *  L.  M. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  Thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing, 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast; 
Oh,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  His  word: 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine! 
How  deep  Thy  counsels,  how  divine  ! 


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WARE.    Ii.  M. 


109  The  Lord's  day.  L.  M, 

1  Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless  this  day. 
Come  bear  our  thoughts  from  earth  away, 
Now,  let  our  noblest  passions  rise 
With  ardor  to  their  native  skies. 

2  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 
With  rays  of  light  upon  us  shine ; 
And  let  our  waiting  souls  be  blest, 
On  this  sweet  day  of  sacred  rest. 

3  Then  when  our  Sabbaths  here  are  o'er, 
And  we  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore, 
With  all  the  ransom' d,  we  shall  spend 
A  Sabbath  which  shall  never  end. 

1  -|  r\     "Let  us  worship  and  bow  doion."     t     TOT 
11U  pSaim  95.  L.  M, 

1  O  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  almighty  King ! 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise, 
When  our  salvation's  Rock  we  praise. 

2  Into  his  presence  let  us  haste, 
To  thank  him  for  his  favors  past ; 
To  him  address  in  joyful  songs 
The  praise  that  to  his  name  belongs. 

3  O  let  us  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there ! 
Down  on  our  knees,  devoutly,  all 
Before  the  Lord,  our  Maker,  fall. 

Ill  The  Lord's  day.  L.  M. 

1  Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  has  bless'd ; 
Another  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun. 


2  Come  bless  the  Lord,  whose  love 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  wearied  minds ; 
Provides  a  blest  foretaste  of  heav'n, 
On  this  day  more  than  all  the  sev'n. 

3  0  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies ; 

And  draw  from  Christ  that  sweet  repose, 
Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it,  knows. 

4  This  heavenly  calm,  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  Church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

"l  -|  O    "  I  icill  that  men  pray  everywhere."   t     w 
J-l«  John  4:  21.  Jj.  1U. 

1  Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercjr-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee,  thou  art  found, 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

2  For  thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind  ; 

Such  ever  bring  thee  where  they  come, 
And  going,  take  thee  to  their  home. 

3  Great  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few ! 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

Doxology.  L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow, 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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-LJ-O        knowledge  and  joy. — Ps.  119.  * 

1  How  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
By  inspiration  giv'n ! 

Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heav'n. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts 
In  this  dark  vale  of  tears ; 

Life,  light  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

3  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 
Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 

Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

-■  -i   a        "The  day  the  Lord  hath  made."    /t    tit 
114:  psalm  118.  *•"  M 

1  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made ; 
He  calls  the  hours  his  own  : 

Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose,  and  left  the  dead, 
And  Satan's  empire  fell; 

To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 
To  David's  holy  Son  : 

Help  us,  0  Lord  !  Descend,  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord  who  comes  to  men 
With  messages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes,  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 


5  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 
The  church  on  earth  can  raise ; 
The  highest  heavens,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 


'Peace  be  within  thy  walk."        ft    mr 
Psalm  122.  Xj*  m# 


115 

1  With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day 
Which  God  hath  called  his  own ; 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 
To  worship  at  his  throne. 

2  Thy  chosen  temple,  Lord,  how  fair  I 
Where  willing  votaries  throng 

To  breathe  the  humble,  fervent  prayer, 
And  pour  the  choral  song. 

3  Spirit  of  grace !  Oh,  deign  to  dwell 
Within  thy  church  below; 

Make  her  in  holiness  excel, 
With  pure  devotion  glow. 

4  Let  peace  within  her  walls  be  found 
Let  all  her  sons  unite 

To  spread,  with  grateful  zeal,  around 
Her  clear  and  shining  light. 

5  Great  God,  we  hail  the  sacred  day 
Which  thou  hast  called  thine  own : 
With  joy  the  summons  we  obey 

To  worship  at  thy  throne. 


116  C.  M. 

1  Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  feed  thy  sheep, 
On  this  sweet  day  of  rest; 
Oh  bless  this  flock,  and  make  this  fold 
Enjoy  a  heavenly  rest ! 

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2  Welcome  and  precious  to  my  soul 
Are  these  sweet  days  of  love ; 
But  what  a  Sabbath  shall  I  keep 
When  I  shall  rest  above ! 

3  I  come,  I  wait,  I  hear,  I  pray  j 
Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  I  trace ; 
Here,  in  Thine  own  appointed  way, 
I  wait  to  see  Thy  face. 

H7  Lev.  19:  30.  C.M. 

1  Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 
To  shed  its  quick' ning  beams  ; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns, 
How  languid  are  its  flames  ! 

2  Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 
Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive  ; 

We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 
And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 

3  Increase,  0  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope, 
And  fit  us  to  ascend, 

Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 
The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end. 

4  There  we  shall  breathe  in  heav'nly  air, 
With  heav'nly  lustre  shine  ; 

Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 

118  Isa.mil.  C.M. 

1  Again  our  earthly  cares  we  leave, 
And  in  thy  courts  appear ; 
Again  with  joyful  feet  we  come 
To  meet  our  Saviour  here. 


I        I      I 


2  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love 
Our  fainting  hope  to  raise, 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

119  Psalm  5-  C.  M. 

1  Lord,  in  the  morning  Thou  shalt  hear 
My  voice  ascending  high ; 

To  Thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  Thee  lift  up  mine  eye : 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 
To  plead  for  all  His  saints, 
Presenting  at  His  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 
The  wicked  shall  not  stand ; 
Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  Thy  delight 
Nor  dwell  at  Thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  Thy  house  will  I  resort 
To  taste  Thy  mercies  there  ; 

I  will  frequent  Thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  Thy  fear. 

5  Oh  may  Thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteousness  ! 

Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 


Doxology. 

Glory  to  God  the  Father  be, 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  to  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Glory  to  God  alone. 


C.M. 


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THE   LORD'S   DAY,    AND 


MIGDOL.    L.  M. 


120  Eeb.4:9.  L.M. 

1  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  low, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above: 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin  nor  hell  shall  reach  the  place; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, — 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon ! 

4  0  long-expected  day,  begin ! 
Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 

_,  _,-,  "Remember  the  Sabbath  day,  to   t     tic 

l^Jl  heepithohj."  Oj.  1U. 

1  Another  six  days'  work  is  done ; 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun : 
Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest; 
Enjoy  the  day  thy  God  hath  blest. 

3  Oh  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies ! 
And  draw  from  heaven  that  calm  repose. 
Which  none  but  he  who  feels  it  knows ; 

3  That  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast! 
It  is  the  pledge  of  that  dear  rest 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 


4  In  holy  duties  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures,  pass  away, 
How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end! 

122  Psalm  5:  3.  L.  M. 

1  My  opening  eyes  with  rapture  see 
The  dawn  of  thy  returning  dajT ; 

My  thoughts,  0  God,  ascend  to  thee, 
While  thus  my  early  vows  I  pay. 

2  Oh,  bid  this  trifling  world  retire, 
And  drive  each  carnal  thought  away; 
Nor  let  me  feel  one  vain  desire — 
One  sinful  thought  through  all  the  day. 

3  Then,  to  thy  courts  when  I  repair, 
My  soui  shall  rise  on  joyful  wing, 
The  wonders  of  thy  love  declare, 

And  join  the  strains  which  angels  sing. 


Joy  in  the  Hovse  of  God. 
Psalm  84. 


L.M. 


123 

1  Great  God,  attend,  while  Zion  sings 
The  joy  that  from  thy  presence  springs : 
To  spend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth, 
Exceeds  a  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meanest  place 
Within  thy  house,  0  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  ease,  nor  thrones  of  power 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  sun — he  makes  our  day  ; 
God  is  our  shield — he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  assaults  of  hell  and  sin, 

iFrom  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

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4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bestow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too ; 
He  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  souls. 

5  0  God,  our  King,  whose  sovereign  sway 
The  glorious  host  of  heaven  obey, 
Display  thy  grace,  exert  thy  power, 
Till  all  on  earth  thy  name  adore  1 

124r  Fsalm  19-  L.  M. 

1  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise ! 
Oh,  bless  the  world  with  heavenly  light ! 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise : 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

2  Thy  noblest  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  souls  renewed  and  sins  forgiven : — 
Lord,  cleanse  my  sins,  my  soul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heaven. 

125  **>• 10:  2-  L.  M. 

1  I  love  the  sacred  book  of  God ! 
No  other  can  its  place  supply  ; 
It  points  me  to  his  own  abode ; 
It  gives  me  wings,  and  bids  me  fly. 

2  Sweet  Book !  in  thee  my  eyes  discern 
The  vei-y  image  of  my  Lord ; 
From  thine  instructive  page  I  learn 
The  joys  his  presence  will  afford. 

3  In  thee  I  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  that  will  ne'er  decay  ; — 
Dear  Lord,  oh,  when  wilt  thou  appear, 
And  bear  thy  prisoner  away  ? 


4  While  I  am  here,  these  leaves  supply 
His  place,  and  tell  me  of  his  love ; 
I  read  with  faith's  discerning  eye, 
And  gain  a  glimpse  of  joys  above. 

5  I  know  in  them  the  Spirit  breathes 
To  animate  his  people  here  ; 
Oh,  may  these  truths  prove  life  to  all, 
Till  in  his  presence  we  appear ! 

126  Gal.  4:  6.  L.M. 

1  Come,  0  Creator  Spirit  blest ! 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  thy  rest ; 
Come,  with  thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid, 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  thou  hast  made. 

2  Great  Comforter !  to  thee  we  cry ; 
0  highest  gift  of  God  most  high ! 
0  fount  of  life  !  0  fire  of  love  ! 
Send  sweet  anointing  from  above  ! 

3  Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 
And  make  our  hearts  o'er  flow  with  love; 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

4  Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  thy  true  peace  instead ; 
So  shall  we  not,  with  thee  for  guide, 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 

Doxology.  £,.  flf; 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 
49 


ADVENT,    AND 


ANTIOCH.    C.  M. 

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127 


Christ's  Mission. 
Isa.  61 :  1—3. 


1  Hark,  the  glad  sound !  the  Saviour  comes, 
The  Saviour  promised  long ; 
Let  everj-  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He'  comes,  the  prisoner  to  release, 
In  Satan's  bondage  held; 

The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst,    . 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 
To  clear  the  mental  ray, 

And  on  the  eyes  long  closed  in  night 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 
The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 

And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace, 
Enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 
Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 

And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  thy  beloved  name. 

-t  f-\  q    "0  let  the  nations  be  alad  and  sing   r\    -\r 
JL*SO  for  joy."— Ps.  98.  u*  iu* 

1  Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  ! 
Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 

Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns ; 
Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 

While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  anil  plains, 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 


V      V  <S  V  V  V 

C.  M.  3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 
Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground : 
He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 


4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  His  love. 


129 


The  Incarnation  of  Christ. 
Luke  2 :  13. 


CM. 


L  Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join 
And  chant  the  solemn  lay ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  ,da}\ 

2  In  heav'n  the  rapt'rous  song  began, 
And  sweet  seraphic  fire 

Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tun'd  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew, 
And  loud  the  echo  roll'd; 

The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heav'n  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 
Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 

And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hark  !  the  cherubic  armies  shout, 
And  glory  leads  the  song; 
Good-will  and  peace  are  heard  throughout 
Th'  harmonious  heav'nly  throng. 


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CHRISTMAS. 


CHRISTMAS.    C.  M. 


6  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 
"Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
"Good-will  and  peace  are  now  complete; 
"Jesus  was  born  to  die." 


130 


The  first  and  second  coming  of 
Christ.— Ps.  96. 


CM. 


1  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue ; 

His  rich  display  of  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 
God's  own  almighty  Son; 

His  pow'r  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day; 
Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen ; 

Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 
The  islands  of  the  sea : 

Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  valleys  rise ; 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold,  he  comes !  he  comes  to  bless 
The  nations  as  their  God ; 

To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  send  his  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when  his  voice  shall  raise  the  dead, 
And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 

How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread, 
To  see  their  Judge  appear ! 


131 


"On  earth  peace. 
Luke  2 :  14. 


CM. 


1  Calm,  on  the  listening  ear  of  night, 
Come  heaven's  melodious  strains, 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 

Her  silver-mantled  plains. 

2  Celestial  choirs,  from  courts  above, 
'Mid  sacred  glories  there  ;     ' 

And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres, 
Make  music  on  the  air. 

3  The  answering  hills  of  Palestine 
Send  back  the  glad  reply ; 

And  greet,  from  all  their  holy  heights, 
The  day-spring  from  on  high. 

4  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 
There  comes  a  holier  calm  ; 

And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise, 
Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 

5  "Glory  to  God!"  the  sounding  skies 
Loud  with  their  anthems  ring ; 
"Peace  to  the  earth  — good  will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  eternal  King." 


Doxology. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


CM. 


51 


ADVENT,    CHRISTMAS,    AND 
BOYLSTON.    B.  M. 


132  John  1:4. 

1  0  Saviour  of  our  race, 
Welcome  indeed  Thou  art, 
Blessed  Redeemer,  Fount  of  grace, 
To  this  my  longing  heart ! 

2  Light  of  the  world,  abide 
Through  faith  within  my  heart ; 
Leave  me  to  seek  no  other  guide, 
Nor  e'er  from  Thee  depart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life,  0  Lord ! 
Sole  Light  of  life  Thou  art ! 

Let  not  Thy  glorious  rays  be  poured 
In  vain  on  my  dark  heart. 

4  Star  of  the  East,  arise ! 
Drive  all  my  clouds  away ; 

Guide  me  till  earth's  dim  twilight  dies 
Into  the  perfect  day. 

-*«->«->     The  First  and  Second  Coming  of    cs    TUT 
±33  Christ.  »•  Jn-' 

1  The  Advent  of  our  God 
Our  prayers  must  now  employ, 
And  we  must  meet  Him  on  His  road 
With  hymns  of  holy  joy., 

2  The  Everlasting  Son 
Incarnate  deigns  to  be : 
Himself  a  servant's  form  puts  on, 
To  set  His  people  free. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,  rise, 
And  greet  th}7  lowly  King, 
And  do  not  wickedly  despise 
The  mercies  He  wili  bring. 


S.Mt 


4  As  Judge,  in  clouds  of  light, 
He  will  come  down  again, 
And  all  His  scattered  saints  unite 
With  Him  in  Heaven  to  reign. 

5  Before  that  dreadful  day 
May  all  our  sins  be  gone ; 
May  the  old  man  be  put  away, 
And  the  new  man  put  on  1 

6  Praise  to  the  Saviour-Son, 
From  all  the  angel  host : 
Like  praise  be  to  the  Father  done, 
And  to  the  Holy  Ghost. 

-»  cyA         "  When  the  Son  of  Man  shall 
-l-04fc  come  in  Sis  glory." 

1  The  Son  of  Man  shall  come 
With  acgel  hosts  around,. 

'Mid  darkening  sun  and  falling  stars, 
And  trumpet's  solemn  sound. 

2  Awake,  ye  slumbering  souls, 
;It  is  no  time  for  rest ; 

He  comes,  as  comes  the  lightning  flash 
Shining  from  east  to  west. 

3  Thy  servants,  Lord,  prepare 
For  that  tremendous  day ; 

Fill  every  heart  with  watchful  care, 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray. 

4  Help  us  to  wait  the  hour 
In  toil  and  holy  fear, 

When,  manifested  with  Thy  saints, 
Thou  shalt  again  appear. 


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THE   SECOND   ADVENT. 


HAYDN.    S.  M. 


5  Then,  when  the  wailing  earth 
Thy  sign  in  heaven  shall  see, 
Thou  shalt  send  forth  Thine  angel  band 
To  gather  us  to  Thee. 

-t  n  er        "Even  so,  come,  Lord  Jesus."       o    Tir 
JLoO  Bev.  22 :  20.  "•  aL' 

1  Come,  Lord !  and  tarry  not ; 
Bring  the  long-looked-for  day ; 

Oh !  why  these  years  of  waiting  here, 
These  ages  of  delay  ? 

2  Come,  for  Thy  saints  still  wait : 
Daily  ascends  their  sigh ; 

The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,  Come  ! 
Dost  thou  not  hear  the  cry  ? 

3  Come !  for  love  waxes  cold, 
Its  steps  are  faint  and  slow ; 
Faith  now  is  lost  in  unbelief; 
Hope's  lamp  burns  dim  and  low. 

4  Come !  for  creation  groans, 
Impatient  of  thy  stay, 

Worn  out  with  these  long  years  of  ill, 
These  ages  of  delay. 

5  Come,  and  make  all  things  new; 
Build  up  this  ruined  earth  ; 
Restore  our  faded  Paradise — 
Creation's  second  birth ! 

6  Come,  and  begin  thy  reign 
Of  everlasting  peace ; 

Come,  take  the  kingdom  to  thyself, 
Great  King  of  righteousness ! 


136  "Sow  long,  0  Lord,  holy  and  true."  S.  M. 

1  The  Church  has  waited  long 
Her  absent  Lord  to  see ; 

And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits, 
A  friendless  stranger  she. 

2  How  long,  0  Lord  our  God, 
Holy  and  true  and  good, 

Wilt  thou  not  judge  thy  suffering  church, 
Her  sighs  and  tears  and  blood?" 

3  Saint  after  saint  on  earth 
Has  lived,  and  loved,  and  died ; 
And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one, 
We  laid  them  side  by  side. 

4  We  laid  them  down  to  sleep, 
But  not  in  hope  forlorn ; 

We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there, 
Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

5  We  long  to  hear  thy  voice, 
To  see  thee  face  to  face, 

To  share  thy  crown  and  glory  then, 
As  now  we  share  thy  grace. 

6  Come,  Lord !  and  wipe  away 
The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain, 

And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours 
Thine  own  fair  world  again. 


Doxology. 


S.  M. 


The  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  we  adore ; 

We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee, 

Both  now  and  evermore ! 


53 


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J-O/  Isaiah  21:   11. 

1  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
Traveler,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
See  that  glory-beaming  star  I 

2  Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught  of  joy  or  hope  foretell  ? 
Traveler,  jres :  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

3  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night: 
Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveler,  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 

4  Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 
Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveler,  ages  are  its  own  : 

See !  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth  ! 

5  Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 
For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveler,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 
Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 

6  Watchman,  let  thy  wand'rings  cease; 
Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 


7s. 


Traveler,  lo!  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come ! 

■t  oo       "Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem"  iy_ 

lOO  Luke  2:  13,  14.  4S» 

1  Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
"Glory  td  the  new-born  King! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild; 
God  and  sinners  reconciled." 

2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise ; 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies; 
With  th'  angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
"Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

3  Hail,  the  heaven-born  Prince  of  Teace! 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  I 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, 

Ris'n  with  healing  in  his  wings. 

4  Let  us  then  with  angels  sing, 
"Glory  to  the  new-born  King! — 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild; 
God  and  sinners  reconciled !" 

139  "The  Heavenly  theme."  7S« 

1  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  of  Jesus'  name; 
Ye  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 


54 


NEW    YEAR. 


HOETOW.   7s. 


2  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears  ; 

See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Canceled  by  redeeming  love, 

3  "Welcome,  all  by  sin  oppressed, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest : 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

4  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string : 
Mortals,  join  the  hosts  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love ! 

14rO  New  Year.  7s. 

1  While  with  ceasless  course  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here. 

2  Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 
They  have  done  with  all  below ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little — none  can  know. 

3  As  the  winged  arrow  flies, 
Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 

As  the  lightning  from  the  skies, 
Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind : 

4  Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  ; 
Upwards,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 


5  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live, 
With  eternity  in  view. 

6  Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 
Fill  us  with  the  Saviour's  love  ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

14rl  New  Tear.  7S. 

1  For  thy  mercy  and  thy  grace, 
Faithful  through  another  year, 
Hear  our  song  of  thankfulness, 
Father  and  Redeemer !  hear. 

2  In  our  weakness  and  distress, 
Rock  of  strength !  be  thou  our  stay ; 
In  the  pathless  wilderness 

Be  our  true  and  living  way. 

3  Who  of  us  death's  awful  road 
In  the  coming  vear  shall  tread  ? 
With  thy  rod  and  staff,  0  God ! 
Comfort  thou  his  dying  head. 

4  Keep  us  faithful,  keep  us  pure, 
Keep  us  evermore  thine  own ; 
Help,  oh  help  us  to  endure ; 

Fit  us  for  the  promised  crown. 

Doxology.  7S» 

Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  him,  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heav'nly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


55 


ADVENT. 
AUTUMN.    8s&7s.    Double. 


14r2     Birth  of  Clirist.—LuJce  2 :  14.    8S  &  7s. 

1  Hark !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ! 
Lo  !  the  angelic  host  rejoices, 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story 
Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy ; 
"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  1 

3  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  from  heaven, 
Reaching  far  as  man  is  found ; 

Souls  redeemed  and  sins  forgiven, 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed, 
Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing ; 
Glad  receive,  whom  God  appointed, 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  him, 
Learn  his  name  and  taste  his  joy  ; 
Till  in  heaven  you  sing  before  him, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! " 

6  Let  us  learn  the  wondrous  story 
Of  our  great  Redeemer's  birth, 
Spread  the  brightness  of  his  glory, 
Till  it  cover  all  the  earth. 

14,3        "The  Desireof  all  Nations."     8s&7s# 

1  Come,  thou  long-expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  thy  people  free  ; 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us ; 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee. 


2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 
Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art ; 
Dear  desire  of  every  nation, 

Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

3  Born,  thy  people  to  deliver ; 
Born  a  child,  and  yet  a  king ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, 
Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 
Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit, 
Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

1zL4-   "Over  all,  God  blessed  forever."  ocft.  na 

1  Crown  his  head  with  endless  blessing, 
Who,  in  God  the  Father's  name, 

With  compassions  never  ceasing, 
Comes  salvation  to  proclaim. 

2  Lo !  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee  ; 
Thee,  our  Saviour ;  thee,  our  God ! 
From  his  throne  his  beams  of  glory 
Shine  through  all  the  world  abroad. 

3  Jesus,  thee  our  Saviour  hailing 
Thee,  our  God,  in  praise  we  own ; 
Highest  honors,  never  failing, 
Rise  eternal  round  thy  throne. 

4  Now,  ye  saints,  his  power  confessing, 
In  your  grateful  strains  adore ; 

For  his  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Flows,  and  flows  for  evermore. 


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JL4fcO  glory."-keb.  1:3.  Oh«<&. 

1  Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 
Shall  thy  praise  unuttered  lie  ? 
Break,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence ; 
Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die. 

2  Did  archangels  sing  thy  coming? 
Did  the  shepherds  learn  their  lays  ? 
Shame  would  cover  me,  ungrateful, 
Should  my  tongue  refuse  to  praise. 

3  From  the  highest  throne  in  glory 
To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe, 

All  to  ransom  guilty  captives ! 
Flow,  my  praise,  forever  flow. 

4  Re-ascend,  immortal  Saviour ! 
Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne  : 
Thence  return,  and  reign  forever; 
Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own. 


"And  the  Light  shineth  in  dark- 
ness."— John  1:  9. 


8s&7s. 


146 

1  Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 
Borders  on  the  shades  of  death  ! 

Rise  on  us,  thyself  revealing, 
Rise  and  chase  the  clouds  beneath. 

2  Thou,  of  heaven  and  earth  Creator  ! 
In  our  deepest  darkness  rise ; 
Scatter  all  the  night  of  nature; 
Pour  the  day  upon  our  eyes. 

3  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing ; 
Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 
Every  poor,  benighted  heart. 


4  By  thine  all-suflicient  merit, 
Every  burdened  soul  release ; 
Every  weary,  wandering  spirit 
Guide  into  thy  perfect  peace. 

Second  Advent. 
14:7  Joel  2:1.  8S&7S. 

1  Hark!  an  awful  voice  is  sounding, 
"Christ  is  nigh ! "  it  seems  to  say ; 

' '  Cast  away  the  dreams  of  darkness, 
0  ye  children  of  the  day ! " 

2  Startled  at  the  solemn  warning, 
Let  the  earth-bound  soul  arise ; 
Christ,  her  Sun,  all  sloth  dispelling, 
Shines  upon  the  morning  skies. 

3  Lo,  the  Lamb,  so  long  expected, 
Comes  with  pardon  down  from  heaven; 
Let  us  haste,  with  tears  of  sorrow, 
One  and  all,  to  be  forgiven. 

4  So,  when  next  he  comes  with  glory, 
Wrapping  all  the  earth  in  fear, 
With  His  mercy  He  may  shield  us, 
And  with  words  of  love  draw  near. 

5  Honor,  glory,  virtue,  merit, 
To  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
With  the  Everlasting  Spirit, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 

Doxology.  8s  &  7s. 

Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation  ; 
Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love  • 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation ; 
Praise  the  Spirit  from  above. 
57 


CHRISTMAS   AND 


STIRLING.  L.  M. 


148 


Lulce  2 :  11. 


L.M, 


1  When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters  still, 
And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill, 
When  Bethlehem's  shepherds  through  the  night, 
Watched  o'er  their  flocks  by  starry  light  — 

2  Hark  1  from  the  midnight  hills  around, 
A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound, 

In  distant  hallelujahs  stole, 

Wild  murmuring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 

3  On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame, 
The  glorious  hosts  of  Zion  came ; 
High  heaven  with  songs  of  triumph  rang, 
While  thus  they  struck  their  harps  and  sung : 

4  "0  Zion,  lift  thy  raptured  eye; 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh ; 
The  joys  of  nature  rise  again; 

The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

5  "See,  Mercy,  from  her  golden  urn, 
Pours  a  rich  stream  to  them  that  mourn; 
Behold,  she  binds,  with  tender  care, 
The  bleeding  bosom  of  despair. 

6  "He  comes  to  cheer  the  trembling  heart; 
Bids  Satan  and  his  host  depart; 
Again  the  day-star  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom." 


149 


The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 
Matt'h.  2  :  9. 


L.M, 


1  When  marshaled  on  the  nightly  plain. 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 
Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 


2  Hark !  hark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 
But  one  alone,  the  Saviour  speaks : 

It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode: 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze; 
Death-struck  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose  1 

It  was  the  star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 
It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And  thro'  the  storm,  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 

For  ever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star — the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 

T  P\(~\      ^  Hymn  of  the  Reformation  on      J,,  ]JJ 
x  *-* ^  the  Birth  of  Christ. 

1  All  praise  to  thee,  eternal  Lord  ! 
Clothed  in  a  garb  of  flesh  and  blood ; 
Choosing  a  manger  for  thy  throne, 
While  worlds  on  worlds  are  thine  alone. 

2  Once  did  the  skies  before  thee  bow ; 
A  virgin's  arms  contain  thee  now: 
Angels,  who  did  in  thee  rejoice, 
Now  listen  for  thine  infant  voice. 


58 


NEW  YEAE. 


LAMBIC.    Ii.  M. 

Andanlino. 


G.  KlNGSLEY. 


3  A  little  child,  thou  art  our  guest, 
That  weary  ones  in  thee  may  rest; 
Forlorn  and  lowly  is  thy  birth, 

That  we  may  rise  to  heaven  from  earth. 

4  Thou  comest  in  the  darksome  night 
To  make  us  children  of  the  light, — 
To  make  us,  in  the  realms  divine, 
Like  thine  own  angels  round  thee  shine. 

5  All  this  for  us  thy  love  hath  done, 
By  this  to  thee  our  love  is  won  : 
For  this  we  tune  our  cheerful  lays, 
And  shout  our  thanks  in  ceaseless  praise. 


151 


New  Tear. 


I.M. 


1  Our  Helper,  God !  we  bless  thy  name, 
The  same  thy  power,  thy  grace  the  same ; 
The  tokens  of  thy  loving  care 

Open  and  crown  and  close  the  year. 

2  Amid  ten  thousand  snares  we  stand, 
Supported  by  thy  guardian  hand ; 
And  see,  when  we  survey  our  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  thine  arm  hath  led  us  on  ; 
Thus  far  we  make  thy  mercy  known  ; 
And,  while  we  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 

4  Our  grateful  souls  on  Jordan's  shore 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more ; 


Then  bear,  in  thy  bright  courts  above, 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 

152  New  Year.  L.  M. 

1  Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported,  still  we  stand ; 
The  op'ning  year  thy  mercy  shows, 

Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God , 

By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 
By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  "With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depress'd, 
Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hope  shall  raise, 
Adord  through  all  our  changing  days. 

5  When  death  shall  interrupt  these  songs, 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues, 
Our  Helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust, 

In  better  worlds,  our  souls  shall  boast. 

Doxology.  Lit  M» 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 


59 


CHRISTMAS,    EPIPHANY 


LENOX.    H.  M. 


■*■&?(->        "Good  tidings  of  great  joy."        tt    tut 
-LOO  Luke  2 :  13,  14.  **•  m« 

1  Hark!  hark!  the  notes  of  joy 
Boll  o'er  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  seraphs  find  employ 
For  their  sublimest  strains  : 
Some  new  delight  in  heaven  is  known; 
Loud  sound  the  harps  around  the  throne. 

2  Hark !  hark !  the  sound  draws  nigh, — 
The  joyful  host  descends; 
Jesus  forsakes  the  sky, 
To  earth  his  footsteps  bends ; 
He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race  ; 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

3  Bear,  bear  the  tidings  round! 
Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found, 
What  pity  he  can  show : 
Ye  winds  that  blow,  ye  waves  that  roll, 
Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole. 

4  Strike,  strike  the  harps  again, 
To  great  Immanuel's  name ! 
Arise,  ye  sons  of  men, 
And  all  his  grace  proclaim  : 
Angels  and  men,  wake  every  string, 
'Tis  God  the  Saviour's  praise  we  sing! 


154r   The  Tear  of  Jubilee.— Luke  4:  19.  H.  M. 

1  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound : 
The  year  of  jubilee  has  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Hath  full  atonement  made: 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 
Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  in  his  blood 
To  all  the  world  proclaim  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  The  Gospel  trumpet  hear, — 
The  news  of  heavenly  grace ; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

60 


LORD'S   DAY,    &c. 


LISCHEE.    H.  M. 

n 


mm^m 


Communion  of  Saints. 


-t  gr  k      "One  iord,  one  faith,  one  bap-     tt    "et 
155  tem.J'-4ft.4:5.  H*  M« 

1  One  sole  baptismal  sign, 
One  Lord,  below,  above, 
One  faith,  one  hope  divine, 
One  only  watchword — Love : 
From  different  temples  though  it  rise, 
One  song  ascendeth  to  the  skies. 

2  Our  sacrifice  is  one ; 
One  Priest  before  the  throne ; 
The  slain,  the  risen  Son, 
Redeemer,  Lord  alone ! 
And  sighs  from  contrite  hearts  that  spring, 
Our  chief,  our  choicest  offering. 

3  Head  of  thy  Church  beneath ! 
The  catholic,  the  true, 
On  all  her  members  breathe ; 
Her  broken  frame  renew ! 
Then  shall  thy  perfect  will  be  done 
When  Christians  love  and  live  as  one. 


H.M. 


156 


Lord's  Day. 


H,M 


1  Welcome,  delightful  morn, 

Thou  day  of  sacred  rest ! 

I  hail  thy  kind  return ; — 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest: 

From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys, 

1  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend 
And  fill  his  throne  of  grace ; 
Thy  scepter,  Lord,  extend, 
While  saints  address  thy  face  : 

Let  sinners  feel  tby  quickening  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 


3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  bless  the  sacred  hours : 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  enjoyed  in  vain. 

Laying  of  a  Corner-Stone. 
<  p-w        "Clirist  is  our  Corner-stone." 
-LO/  Eph.  2:20. 

1  Christ  is  our  corner-stone ; 
On  him  alone  we  build ; 
With  his  true  saints  alone 

The  courts  of  heaven  are  filled : 

On  his  great  love       I  Of  present  grace 

Our  hopes  we  place,  |  And  joys  above. 

2  Oh,  then,  with  hymns  of  praise 
These  hallowed  courts  shall  ring ! 
Our  voices  we  will  raise, 

The  Three  in  One  to  sing ; 

And  thus  proclaim  I  Both  loud  and  long, 

In  joyful  song,        |  That  glorious  Kame. 

3  Here,  gracious  God,  do  thou 
For  evermore  draw  nigh ; 
Accept  each  faithful  vow, 
And  mark  each  suppliant  sigh : 

In  copious  shower,  I  Each  holy  day, 
On  all  who  pray,      |  Thy  blessings  pour. 

4  Here  may  we  gain  from  heaven 
The  grace  which  we  implore, 
And  may  that  grace,  once  given, 
Be  with  us  evermore, — 

Until  that  day  I  To  endless  rest 

When  all  the  blest  |  Are  called  away. 

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EPIPHANY,    LENT,    AND 


MISSIONARY  CHANT. 


"He  shall  have  dominion  from  sea 


L.M. 


-LOO  <0  sea."— Psalm  72. 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run ; 
His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

3  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains  ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

4  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King: 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen ! 

159      Reign  of  (he  Messiah.— Isa.  60.      L.  M. 

1  Rise,  crowned  with  light;  great  Salem,  rise ! 
Exalt  thy  head,  and  lift  thine  eyes ; 
See  a  long  race  thy  courts  adorn, 

Of  sons  and  daughters  yet  unborn. 

2  See  nations  at  thy  gates  attend, 
And  lowly  in  thy  temple  bend  ; 
See  crowds  on  every  side  arise, 
Eager  to  mount  above  the  skies. 

3  See  heaven  its  portals  wide  display. 
And  pour  on  thee  a  flood  of  dayl 
Thy  day  shall  shine  forever  bright, 
For  God  himself  shall  be  thy  light. 

4  What  though  the  skies  in  smoke  decay, 
Rocks  fall,  and  mountains  melt  away! 
Fixed  is  his  word,  his  power  remains  : 
Thy  glorious  King,  Messiah,  reigns ! 


1  /-»/-\       "Is  there  no  Physician  there  f"      t     tit 
-LOU  jer.  8:22.  -L.  Jtt. 

1  Why  droops  my  soul,  with  grief  oppressed  ? 
Whence  these  wild  tumults  in  my  breast? 
Is  there  no  balm  to  heal  my  wound  ? 
No  kind  physician  to  be  found  ? 

2  Raise  to  the  cross  thy  weeping  eyes ; 
Behold,  the  Prince  of  glory  dies! 

He  dies  extended  on  the  tree, 

Thence  sheds  a  sovereign  balm  for  thee. 

3  Dear  Saviour !  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Here  to  receive  a  cure,  or  die ; 

But  grace  forbids  that  painful  fear — 
Oh,  boundless  grace !  it  triumphs  here 

4  Expand,  my  soul,  with  holy  joy ; 
Hosannas  be  thy  blest  employ, 
Salvation  thy  eternal  theme, — 

And  swell  the  song  with  Jesus'  name ! 

161  Gethsemane.  L«  M. 

1  'Tis  midnight,  and,  on  Olive's  brow, 
The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone; 
'Tis  midnight;  in  the  garden  now 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight;  and,  from  all  removed, 
The  Saviour  wrestles  lone  with  fears ; 
Ev'n  that  disciple  whom  he  loved 
Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight;  and,  for  others'  guilt, 
The  Man  of  sorrows  weeps  in  blood ; 
Yet  he,  who  hath  in  anguish  knelt, 

Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight, — and  from  ether-plains 
Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know: 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe,- 


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PASSION    WEEK. 


WARD.    Ii.  M. 


IRQ      "It  is  finished."  -John  19 :  30.     J,, 

1  '"Tis  finished  !" — so  the  Saviour  cried 
And  meekly  bowed  his  head,  and  died : 
'"Tis  finished!" — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  '"Tis  finished!" — all  that  heaven  foretold 
By  prophets  in  the  days  of  old ; 

And  truths  are  opened  to  our  view, 
That  kings  and  prophets  never  knew. 

3  '"Tis  finished!" — Son  of  God,  thy  power 
Hath  triumphed  in  this  awful  hour ; 
And  yet,  our  eyes  with  sorrow  see 
That  life  to  us  was  death  to  thee. 

4  '"Tis  finished!" — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round ; 
'"Tis  finished!  —let  the  echo  fly 
Thro'  heaven  and  hell,  thro'  earth  and  sky. 

163    The  Song  of  Songs.— Rev.  5 :  9-13.   L.  M. 

1  Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs — 
The  saints  in  heaven  began  the  strain — 
The  homage  which  to  Christ  belongs  : 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain !" 

2  Slain  to  redeem  us  by  his  blood, 
To  cleanse  from  every  sinful  stain, 
And  make  us  kings  and  priests  to  God — 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain!" 

3  To  him  who  suffered  on  the  tree, 
Our  souls,  at  his  soul's  price,  to  gain, 
Blessing,  and  praise,  and  glory  be : 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain ! " 


4  To  him,  enthroned  by  filial  right, 
All  power  in  heaven  and  earth  proclaim, 
Honor,  and  majesty,  and  might : 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain!" 

5  Long  as  we  live,  and  when  we  die, 
And  while  in  heaven  with  him  we  reign  ; 
This  song  our  song  of  songs  shall  be: 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  he  was  slain  ! " 

1  f\A        Crucifixion  to  the  world  by  the       t     tut 
iurr        cross  of  Christ.- Gal.  6:  14.         Li'  JL* 

1  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 
On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  cross  of  Christ,  my  God ;  , 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  thy  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 

Or  thorns  compose  a  Saviour's  crown  ? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  tribute  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all. 

Horology,  lit  M» 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 


63 


EPIPHANY,    LENT,    AND 
WEBB.    7s&6s.  Double. 


J     J         *^ 

*-n-E»-rg-?  Eli 


7s  &  8s 


1  s\  g-      "All  nations  shall  be  blest  in 
1DO  Him."—  Psalm  72. 

1  Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
Great  David's  greater  Son ! 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 
His  reign  on  earth  begun ! 

He  comes  to  break  oppression, 
To  set  the  captive  free ; 
To  take  away  transgression, 
And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  shall  come  down  like  showers 
Upon  the  fruitful  earth ; 

And  love,  joy,  hope,  like  flowers, 
Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  ; 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 
Shall  Peace,  the  herald,  go  ; 
And  Righteousness,  in  fountains, 
From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

3  Kings  shall  fall  down  before  him, 
And  gold  and  incense  bring; 

All  nations  shall  adore  him, 
His  praise  all  people  sing : 
For  he  shall  have  dominion 
O'er  river,  sea,  and  shore, 
Far  as  the  eagle's  pinion, 
Or  dove's  light  wing  can  soar. 


John  19:  2. 


7S  &  Gs. 


166 

1  0  sacred  Head,  now  wounded, 
With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down 

Now  scornfully  surrounded 
With  thorns,  thine  only  crown ; 


0  sacred  Head,  what  glory, 
What  bliss,  till  now  was  thine! 
Yet  though  despised  and  gory, 

1  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 


2  What  thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain  ; 

Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  thine  the  deadly  pain ; 

Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour! 

'Tis  I  deserve  thy  place ; 

Look  on  me  with  thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  thy  grace. 


3  What  language  shall  I  borrow 
To  thank  thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this  thy  dying  sorrow, 
Thy  pity  without  end  ? 
Oh,  make  me  thine  forever ; 
And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never 
Outlive  my  love  to  thee  1 


4  Be  near  me  when  I'm  dying: 
Oh,  show  thy  cross  to  me ! 
And  for  my  succor  flying, 
Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free ! 
These  eyes,  new  faith  receiving, 
From  Jesus  shall  not  move  ; 
For  he  who  dies  believing, 
Dies  safely,  through  thy  love. 


64 


PASSION  WEEK. 
CBUCIFIX.    7s  &  6s.   D. 


167  Eeb.2:9. 

1  Lord  Jesus,  by  Thy  Passion, 
To  Thee  I  make  my  prayer ; 
Thou  who  in  mercy  smitest, 
Have  mercy,  Lord,  and  spare : 
0  wash  me  in  the  fountain 
That  floweth  from  Thy  side  ; 
O  clothe  me  in  the  raiment 
Thy  Blood  hath  purified. 


2  0  hold  Thou  up  my  goings, 
And  lead  from  strength  to  strength, 
That  unto  Thee  in  Zion 

I  may  appear  at  length : 

O  make  my  spirit  worthy 

To  join  that  ransomed  throng; 

0  teach  my  lips  to  utter 
That  everlasting  song. 

3  0  give  that  last,  best  blessing 
That  even  saints  can  know, 

To  follow  in  Thy  footsteps 
Wherever  Thou  dost  go. 
Not  wisdom,  might,  or  glory, 

1  ask  to  win  above ; 

I  ask  for  Thee,  Thee  only, 

0  Thou  Eternal  Love  ! 

-l  oq    "He  hath  borne  our  griefs,  and  ij_   jl 
-LOO   carried  our  sorrows. — Is.  53  :  4.     °  * 

1  I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God ; 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 
From  the  accursed  load : 


I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 
To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  his  blood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  stain  remains. 


2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus ; 
All  fullness  dwells  in  him ; 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 
He  doth  my  soul  redeem: 

I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 
My  burdens  and  my  cares, 
He  from  them  all  releases, 
He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 

3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 
This  weary  soul  of  mine ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 
I  on  his  breast  recline. 

I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 
Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 
His  name  abroad  is  poured. 


4  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 
Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild; 
fig.  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 
The  Father's  holy  child : 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus 
Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 
To  learn  the  angels'  song. 

65 


LENT,    AND 


FOUNTAIN.    C.  M. 


T£»r\        There  is  a  fountain  filled  with       ft    «■ 
LOy  blood.     Zech.U:l.  ^.  JJl. 

1  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins ; 

And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day; 

And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
"Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb !  thy  precious  blood 
Shall  never  lose  its  power, 

Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  Since  first,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 
Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

5  And  when  this  feeble,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

^70  Matth.21i45.  C.M 

1  Alas !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 
And  did  my  Sov' reign  die? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 
He  groan'd  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree ! 


t-pt-sr 


3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  God  the  mighty  Maker  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 
While  his  dear  cross  appears, 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe : 

Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 


171 


"Turn  Thee  unto  me,  and  have 
mercy  upon  me." 


C.M. 


1  0  thou,  whose  tender  mercjT  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh ; 

Whose  hand  indulgent  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye ; 

2  See,  Lord,  before  th}-  throne  of  grace, 
A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  : 

Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said  —  "  Return"  ? 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 
To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 

Oh,  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat ! 

4  Absent  from  thee,  my  Guide!  my  Light! 
Without  one  cheering  ray, 

Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night. 
How  desolate  my  way  ! 


66 


PASSION   WEEK. 


EEITEB.    C.  M. 


Geo.  Kingsley. 


5  Oh,  sliine  on  this  benighted  heart, 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joy  divine. 

1  yy  O       Restoring  grace.    Jer.  3 :  22.        (J.  JJI, 

1  How  oft,  alas !  this  wretched  heart 
Has  wander' d  from  the  Lord  ! 

How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word. 

2  Yet  sov' reign  mercy  calls,  "Return;" 
Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come ! 

My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
Oh  take  the  wand'rer  home  ! 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 
And  bid  my  crimes  remove? 

And  shall  a  pardon  d  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  pow'r, 
How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 

That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pard'ning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet. 
Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 

Oh  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 

173      The  Safe  Retreat.    Ps.  145:  18.     Ct  M, 

1  Dear  Father,  to  thy  mercy-seat 
My  soul  for  shelter  flies : 
'T  is  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat 
When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 


2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 
If  thou,  my  God,  art  near ; 

Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  Protector,  and  my  Lord, 
Thy  constant  aid  impart ; 

Oh,  let  thy  kind,  thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart ! 

4  Oh,  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  this  divine  retreat ! 

Still  let  me  trust  thy  power  and  love, 
And  dwell  beneath  thy  feet. 


174, 


Matt.  26:  41. 


CM. 


1  Alas!  what  hourly  dangers  rise, 
What  snares  beset  my  way  1 

To  heaven,  oh,  let  me  lift  mine  eyes, 
And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

2  How  oft  my  mournful  thoughts  complain, 
And  melt  in  flowing  tears ! 

I  strive  against  my  foes  in  vain, 
I  sink  amid  my  fears. 

3  0  Lord !  increase  my  faith  and  hope 
When  foes  and  fears  prevail, 

And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

4  Oh,  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 
And  bid  the  tempter  flee, 

And  never,  never  let  me  stray 
From  happiness  and  thee. 


67 


1  iy  £?  Gazing  on  the  Cross. 

J-  /  O  Matt.  27 :  36. 

1  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ; 

Life  and  health,  and  peace  possessing 
From  the  sinner's  dying  friend. 

2  Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 
Mercy's  streams,  in  streams  of  blood; 
Precious  drops  my  soul  bedewing 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

3  Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 
While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze  ; 
Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

4  May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 
In  all  need  to  Jesus  go ; 

Prove  his  blood  each  day  more  healing, 
And  himself  more  deeply  know. 

-•  *yf*       Prayer  for  Deliverance  from     o.  c,  m 

1  Suff'ring  Son  of  Man,  be  near  me, 
All  my  suff  rings  to  sustain, 

By  thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me, 
By  thy  more  than  mortal  pain . 

2  By  thy  fainting  in  the  garden, 
By  thy  bloody  sweat,  I  pray, 
Write  upon  my  heart  the  pardon ; 
Take  my  sins  and  fears  away. 


4  By  thy  death  I  now  implore  thee, 
Lord!  my  dying  soul  befriend; 
Make  me  lovingly  adore  thee, 
Make  me  faithful  to  the  end. 


3  By  the  travail  of  thy  spirit, 
By  thine  outcry  on  the  tree, 
By  thine  agonizing  merit, 
In  my  pangs,  remember  me ! 


Glorying  in  the  cross.         o„   d.  n„ 


177 

1  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 
Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me : 
Lo !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 
By  the  cross  are  sanctified; 

Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

4  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 


178 


Psalm  103:  13. 


Ss  &  7s. 


1  Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion, 
Hear  Thy  humble  suppliant's  cry; 
Let  me  know  Thy  great  salvation; 
See,  I  languish,  faint,  and  die; 

2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 
Overwhelmed  with  helpless  grief, 
Prostrate  at  Thy  feet,  repenting, 

I  Send,  oh,  send  me  quick  relief. 
68 


PASSION   WEEK. 
VESPER  HYMN.    8s  &  7s. 


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But  to  Him  who  comfort  gives  ? 
Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 
But  to  Him  who  ever  lives  ? 

4  Saved !  the  deed  shall  spread  new  g 
Through  the  shining  realms  above ; 
Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 

All  enraptured  with  Thy  love. 

5  God  of  God,  the  One-Begotten, 
Light  of  Light,  Immanuel, 

In  whose  Body,  joined  together, 
All  the  saints  forever  dwell, 

6  Pour  upon  us  of  Thy  fulness, 
That  we  may  for  evermore 

God  the  Father,  God  the  Son,  and 
God  the  Holy  Ghost  adore. 


179 


John  14 :  13. 


8s  &  7s. 


1  Humbly  now,  with  deep  contrition, 
We  Thy  mercy,  Lord,  entreat, 

Now,  as  mourning,  weeping,  kneeling, 
We  bow  down  before  Thy  feet. 

2  Father,  in  the  day  of  anguish, 
And  of  darkness,  and  of  shame, 
Cling  we  to  that  precious  promise 
Made  to  us  in  Jesus'  name.  * 

3  For  His  sake,  our  great  Redeemer, 
Through  His  death  of  wondrous  love, 
Dare  we  to  approach  the  footstool 
Of  Thy  mighty  throne  above : 


4  Aye,  through  Him  who  bore  in  sorrow, 
Bore  in  want,  in  woe,  and  strife, 

This  same  weight  of  human  weakness, 
This  same  weary  human  life. 

5  Through  His  Name,  and  by  His  merits, 
Whom  we  worship  and  adore, 

For  His  blessed  sake,  we  pray  Thee, 
Hear  us,  spare  us  evermore. 

6  By  His  hour  of  mortal  weakness, 
Give  Thine  erring  children  strength, 
That  they  bear  the  burden  bravely, 
That  they  win  the  crown  at  length. 


180 


(Closing  Hymn.) 


8s  &  7s. 


1  May  the  grace  of  Christ  the  Saviour, 
And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 

Rest  upon  us  from  above. 

2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 
With  each  other  and  the  Lord, 
And  possess,  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  can  not  afford. 

Doxology.  8S  &  7s. 

Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Praise  the  Fathers's  boundless  love; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation ; 
Praise  the  Spirit  from  above  :. 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, 
Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live ; 
Undivided  adoration 
To  the  one  Jehovah  give ! 


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Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 
John  1 :  29. 


S.M, 


1  Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 

Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  sins  away  — 

A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 
On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 
The  burdens  thou  didst  bear. 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 
To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 

-<  ci(->   "My  God,  my  God,  why  hast  thou   cj    tut 
JlO/4      forsaken  me."— Matt.  27:  46.       "••'"■• 

1  O'erwhelmed  in  depths  of  woe, 
Upon  the  tree  of  scorn 
Hangs  the  Redeemer  of  mankind, 
With  racking  anguish  torn. 

2  Hark  !  with  what  awful  cry 
His  spirit  takes  its  flight; 
That  cry,  it  pierced  His  mother's  heart, 
And  whelmed  her  soul  in  night. 


3  Earth  hears,  and  to  its  base 
Rocks  wildly  to  and  fro  ; 

Tombs  burst;  seas,  rivers,  mountains  quake; 
The  veil  is  rent  in  two. 

4  The  sun  withdraws  his  light, 
The  midday  heavens  grow  pale, 
The  moon,  the  stars,  the  universe, 
Their  Maker's  death  bewail. 

5  Shall  man  alone  be  mute  ? 
Come,  youth  and  hoary  hairs, 
Come,  rich  and  poor,  come,  all  mankind, 
And  bathe  those  feet  in  tears ! 

6  Come,  fall  before  His  cross 
Who  shed  for  us  His  blood ; 
Who  died  the  Victim  of  pure  love, 
To  make  us  sons  of  God. 


Compassion  of  Clirist. 
Luke  19:  41. 


183 

1  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 
The  wondering  angels  see ! 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul ! 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep ; 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear : 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  weeping  is  not  there. 

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EASTER. 


LABAN.    S.  M. 


184r  The  Fifty-third  Cliapter  of  Isaiah.    S.  M. 


1  Like  sheep  we  went  astray, 
And  broke  the  fold  of  God ; 
Each  wandering  in  a  different  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour. 
When  God  our  wanderings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 
When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays, 
A  ransom  for  the  flock ! 

4  But  God  shall  raise  his  head 
O'er  all  the  sons  of  men  ; 

And  make  him  see  a  numerous  seed, 
To  recompense  his  pain. 

5  "I'll  give  him,"  saith  the  Lord, 
"A  portion  with  the  strong ; 

He  shall  possess  a  large  reward, 
And  hold  his  honors  long." 


S.M. 


1QK         "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed.' 
-LOt-'  John  24:  34. 

1  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  : " 
Now  is  his  work  performed  ; 
Now  is  the  mighty  Captive  freed, 
And  death  our  foe  disarmed. 

2  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed : " 
The  Grave  has  lost  his  prey  ; 

With  him  is  risen  the  ransomed  seed 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 


"The  Lord  is  risen  indeed :" 
He  lives,  to  die  no  more ; 
He  lives,  the  sinner's  cause  to  plead, 
Whose  curse  and  shame  he  bore. 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed : " 
Attending  angels,  hear ; 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed, 
The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

5  Then  take  your  golden  lyres, 
And  strike  each  cheerful  chord  ; 
Join  all  the  bright  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord ! 

lg(3  New  Year.  g.  M. 

"Our  days  are  as  an  hand-breadth."  Ps.  39:  5. 

1  My  few  revolving  years, 
How  swift  they  glide  away ! 

How  short  the  term  of  life  appears, 
When  past — but  as  a  day ! — 

2  A  dark  and  cloudy  day, 
Made  up  of  grief  and  sin ; 
A  host  of  enemies  without, 
Of  guilty  fears  within. 

3  Lord,  through  another  year, 
If  thou  permit  my  stay, 

With  watchful  care  may  I  pursue 
The  true  and  living  way  ! 

Doxology.  B«  JHL» 

Praise  to  the  Father  be  ; 
Praise  to  His  only  Son ; 
Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 
While  endless  ages  run. 


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187 


"Deep  regret  for  follies  past." 
Jer.  14 :  20. 


1  God  of  mercy  I  God  of  love ! 
Hear  our  sad,  repentant  song; 
Sorrow  dwells  on  every  face, 
Penitence  on  every  tongue. 

2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 
Talents  wasted,  time  misspent ; 
Hearts  debased  by  wordly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent ; 

3  Foolish  fears  and  fond  desires, 
Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain  ;    ! 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise, 
Oft  to  murmur  and  complain ; 

4  These,  and  every  secret  fault, 
Filled  with  grief  and  shame,  we  own : 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  lie, 
Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 

]^  QQ  The  penitential  plea. 

1  Saviour,  when  in  dust  to  thee 
Low  we  bend  the  adoring  knee ; 
When  repentant  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  weeping  ej*es ; 
Oh,  by  all  the  pains  and  woe 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 
Bending  from  thy  throng  on  high, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  ! 

2  By  thy  helpless  infant  years ; 
By  thy  life  of  want  and  tears ; 


7s.  By  thy  days  of  sore  distress 
In  the  lonely  wilderness ; 
By  the  dread  mysterious  hour 
Of  the  insulting  tempter's  power: 
Turn,  oh  turn  a  favoring  eye; 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  I 

3  By  the  sacred  griefs  that  wept 
O'er  the  grave  where  Lazarus  slept; 
By  the  boding  tears  that  flowed 
Over  Salem's  loved  abode  ; 
By  the  anguished  sigh  that  told 
Treachery  lurked  within  thy  fold; 
From  thy  seat  above  the  sky, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany  I 


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4  By  thine  hour  of  dire  despair ; 
By  thine  agony  of  prayer ; 

By  the  cross,  the  nail,  the  thorn, 
Piercing  spear  and  torturing  scorn ; 
By  the  gloom  that  veiled  the  skies 
0  er  the  dreadful  sacrifice ; 
Listen  to  our  humble  cry, 
Hear  our  solemn  Litany ! 

5  By  thy  deep  expiring  groan ; 
By  the  sad  sepulchral  stone ; 
By  the  vault,  whose  dark  abode 
Held  in  vain  the  rising  God ; 

Oh,  from  earth  to  heaven  restored, 
Mighty  reascended  Lord, 
Listen,  listen  to  the  cry 
Of  our  solemn  Litany ! 


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2QQ  1  Tim.  l:  15. 

1  Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all ! 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  we  fall; 
Hear,  oh,  hear  our  earnest  cry ! 
Frown  not,  lest  w.e  faint  and  die. 

2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men, 
Chief  of  sinners,  we  have  been  ; 
Oft  have  sinned  before  thy  face ; 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace. 

3  Justly  might  the  fatal  dart 
Pierce  our  guilty,  broken  heart; 
Justly  might  thy  righteous  breath 
Doom  us  to  eternal  death. 

4  Jesus  !  save  our  dying  soul ; 
Make  our  broken  spirit  whole : 
Humbled  in  the  dust  we  lie , 
Saviour !  leave  us  not  to  die. 

190  John  19 ;  30, 

1  "It  is  finished  !"  shall  we  raise 
Songs  of  sorrow,  or  of  praise  ? 
Mourn  to  see  the  Saviour  die, 
Or  proclaim  his  victory  ? 

2  If  of  Calvary  we  tell, 

How  can  songs  of  triumph  swell  ? 
If  of  man  redeemed  from  woe, 
How  shall  notes  of  mourning  flow  ? 


3  Ours  the  guilt  which  pierced  his  side, 
Ours  the  sin  for  which  he  died ; 
But  the  blood  which  flowed  that  day 
Washed  our  sin  and  guilt  away. 

4  Lamb  of  God !  thy  death  hath  given 
Pardon,  peace,  and  hope  of  heaven : 
"It  is  finished  I"  let  us  raise 
Songs  of  thankfulness  and  praise. 

1Q]  Gethsemane.  ^S» 

1  Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  has  borne ; 
Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn: 
View  him  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
Pouring  out  his  life  for  thee. 

2  Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 
On  the  atoning  sacrifice ; 
There  the  incarnate  Deity 

7g#  Numbered  with  transgressors  see. 

3  Cast  thy  guilty  soul  on  him, 
Find  him  mighty  to  redeem  ; 
At  his  feet  thy  burden  lay, 
Look  thy  doubts  and  cares  away. 

4  Lord,  thine  arm  must  be  revealed, 
Ere  I  can  by  faith  be  healed; 
Since  I  scarce  can  look  to  thee, 
Cast  a  gracious  eye  on  me. 

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EASTER,    ASCENSION,    AND 

FEDERAL  STREET.    L.  M. 


1  f\f\       "0  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ?' 
±cf&  iufce  24 :  46. 

1  He  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies ! 
Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around : 
A  solemn  darkness  vails  the  skies ; 
A  sudden  trembling  shakes  the  ground. 

2  Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree : 
The  Lord  of  glory  dies  for  men  ! 
But,  lo  !  what  sudden  joys  we  see, — 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again  ! 

3  The  rising  God  forsakes  the  tomb ; 
Up  to  his  Father's  court  he  flies: 
Cherubic  legions  guard  him  home, 
And  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies. 

4  Break  off  your  tears,  ye  saints  and  tell 
How  high  our  great  Deliverer  reigns ; 
Sing  how  he  spoiled  the  hosts  of  hell, 
And  led  the  tyrant  Death  in  chains. 

5  Say,  "Live  forever,  glorious  King, 
Born  to  redeem   and  strong  to  save ! 
Where  now,  0  Death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 
And  where  thy  vict'ry,  boasting  Grave?" 


L.  M.|3  The  angel-host  enraptured  waits : 
"Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates !" 
0  God-and-Man!  the  Father's  Throne 
Is  now  for  evermore  thine  own. 

4  Our  great  High-Priest  and  Shepherd,  thou 
Within  the  veil  art  entered  now, 
To  offer  there  thy  precious  Blood 
Once  poured  on  earth  a  cleansing  flood. 

5  And  thence  the  Church,  thy  chosen  Brids, 
With  countless  gifts  of  grace  supplied, 
Through  all  her  members  draws  from  thee 
Her  hidden  life  of  sanctity. 

6  0  Christ,  our  Lord,  of  thy  dear  care 
Thy  lowly  members  heavenward  bear ; 
Be  ours  with  thee  to  suffer  pain, 
With  thee  for  evermore  to  reign. 


194= 


The  King  of  Glory. 
Psalm  24. 


L.M. 


193  Isa  63:  3. 

1  0  Saviour,  who  for  man  hast  trod 
The  winepress  of  the  wrath  of  God, 
Ascend,  and  claim  again  on  high, 
Thy  glorjr  left  for  us  to  die. 

2  A  radiant  cloud  is  now  thy  seat. 
And  earth  lies  stretched  beneath  thy  feet; 
Ten  thousand  thousands  round  thee  sing, 
And  share  the  triumph  of  their  King. 


1  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead ; 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 

[■    jw-  Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay: 
"Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates ! 
Ye  everlasting  doors!  give  way." 

3  "Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 
And  wide  unfold  th'  ethereal  scene ; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right ; 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in." 

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FOBEST. 


4  "Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ? — who  ?" 
"The  Lord,  that  all  our  foes  o'ercame, 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'erthrew; 
And  Jesus  is  the  Conqueror's  name." 

5  Lo  !  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay : 
"Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates! 
Ye  everlasting  doors  !  give  way." 

6  "Who  is  the  King  of  glory? — who  ?" 
"The  Lord,  of  glorious  power  possessed : 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels  too: 
God  over  all,  for  ever  blessed." 


1  f-\  pr         "Tlie  Lord,  He  is  the  King  of 
-Lb>0  Glory."— Psalm  24. 


L.M 


1  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates !  and  wide 
Your  everlasting  doors  display ; 

Ye  angel-guards,  like  flames  divide, 
And  give  the  King  of  glory  way. 

2  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ? — He, 
The  Lord,  omnipotent  to  save ; 
Whose  own  right  arm,  in  victory, 

Led  captive  Death,  and  spoiled'  the  grave, 

3  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates !  and  high 
Your  everlasting  portals  heave ; 
Welcome  the  King  of  glory  nigh  : 

Him  must  the  heaven  of  heavens  receive. 

4  Who  is  the  King  of  glory — who  ? 
The  Lord  of  hosts  ;  behold  his  name : 
The  kingdom,  power,  and  honor  due, 
Yield  him,  ye  saints,  with  glad  acclaim ! 


196 


Prayer  for  the  Guidance  of  the      t     -mir 
Spirit.  •Ll'  **■• 


1  Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above ; 

Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide, 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  The  light  of  truth  to  us  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 
Which  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way, 

Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

4  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest, 
To  be  with  him  for  ever  blest ; 

Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share — 
Fullness  of  joy  for  ever  there  I 


197 


Acts  2. 


L.M. 


1  Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love, 
Oh  shed  Thine  influence  from  above! 
And  still  through  endless  time  convey 
The  wonders  of  this  sacred  day. 

2  In  every  clime,  by  every  tongue, 
Be  God's  surpassing  glory  sung ; 
Let  all  the  listening  earth  be  taught 
The  wonders  by  our  Saviour  wrought. 

3  Unfailing  Comfort,  Heavenly  Guide, 
Still  in  our  longing  hearts  abide  ; 
Still  let  mankind  Thy  blessings  prove, 
Spirit  of  mercy,  truth  and  love. 


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HENRY.   C.  M. 


LuTce  24;  34. 


CM. 


198 

1  The  morning  purples  all  the  sky, 
The  air  with  praises  rings, 
Defeated  hell  stands  sullen  by, 
The  world  exulting  sings  : 

2  While  He,  the  King  all  strong  to  save, 
Rends  the  dark  doors  away, 

And  through  the  breaches  of  the  grave 
Strides  forth  into  the  day. 

3  Death's  captive,  in  his  gloomy  prison 
Fast  fettered  He  has  lain ; 

But  He  has  mastered  death,  is  risen, 
And  death  wears  now  the  chain. 

4  The  shining  angels  cry,  "Away 
With  grief;  no  spices  bring ; 

Not  tears,  but  songs,  this  joyful  day, 
Should  greet  the  rising  King  !" 

5  That  thou  our  Paschal  Lamb  may'st  be, 
And  endless  joy  begin, 

Jesus,  Deliverer,  set  us  free 
From  the  dread  death  of  sin. 

6  Glory  to  God!  our*glad  lips  cry; 
All  praise  and  worship  be 

On  earth,  in  heaven,  to  God  most  High 
For  Christ's  great  victory ! 


199 


t  Cor.  15:  55. 


CM. 


1  0  love  !  which  lightens  all  distress, 
Love,  death  cannot  destroy ; 
O  grave  !  whose  very  emptiness 
To  faith  is  full  of  joy  1 


2  Let  but  that  Love  our  hearts  supply 
From  heaven's  exhaustless  spring, 
Then  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
And  death,  where  is  thy  sting  ? 

200  Redemption  finished,  C  ju.» 

1  Triumphant,  Christ  ascends  on  high, 
The  glorious  work  complete, 

Sin,  death,  and  hell,  low  vanquished  lie, 
Beneath  his  awful  feet. 

2  There,  with  eternal  glory  crowned, 
The  Lord,  the  Conqueror,  reigns ; 

His  praise  the  heavenly  choirs  resound 
In  their  immortal  strains. 

Amid  the  splendors  of  his  throne, 
Unchanging  love  appears ; 
The  names  he  purchased  for  his  own, 
Still  on  his  heart  he  bears. 

4  Oh !  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine ! 
Of  bliss  a  boundless  store  ! 

Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine ; 
I  can  not  wish  for  more. 

5  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies ; 
Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall, — 

My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  all ! 


201 


'Lift  up  your  heads,  0  ye  gates." 
Psalm  24. 


CM. 


1  Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates  I 
Unfold,  to  entertain 
The  King  of  glory;  see  !  he  comes 
With  his  celestial  train. 


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2  Who  is  the  King  of  glory  ? — who  ? 
The  Lord,  for  strength  renowned; 
In  battle  mighty ;  o'er  his  foes 
Eternal  victor  crowned. 

3  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates !  unfold. 
In  state  to  entertain 

The  King  of  glory ;  see !  he  conies 
With  all  his  shining  train. 

4  Who  is  the  King  of  glory — who  ? 
The  Lord  of  hosts  renowned ; 

Of  glory  he  alone  is  King, 
Who  is  with  glory  crowned. 


202 


CM, 


Acts  1 :  9,  10. 

1  0  !  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
To  God,  the  sovereign  King : 

Let  all  the  lands  their  tongues  employ 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high; 
His  heavenly  guards  around 
Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky, 
With  trumpets'  joyful  sound. 

3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  Kii 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains ; 

Let  all  the  earth  his  honor  sing ; — 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearse  his  praise,  with  awe 
Let  knowledge  lead  the  song ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 


203  Seb2:9.  CM. 

1  The  head,  that  once  was  crowned  with  thorns, 
Is  crowned  with  glory  now ; 

A  royal  diadem  adorns 
The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 
Is  his — is  his  by  right, — 

The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords, 
And  heaven's  eternal  Light. 

3  The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 
The  joy  of  all  below, 

To  whom  he  manifests  his  love, 
And  grants  his  name  to  know. 

4  To  them  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 
With  all  its  grace,  is  given ; 

Their  name,  an  everlasting  name 
Their  joy,  the  joy  of  heaven. 

5  They  suffer  with  their  Lord  below, 
They  reign  with  him  above, 

Their  profit  and  their  joy  to  know 
The  mystery  of  his  love. 

6  The  cross  he  bore  is  life  and  health, 
Though  shame  and  death  to  him; 
His  people's  hope,  his  people's  wealth, 
Their  everlasting  theme. 

Doxology.  C  Jjl. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  Him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 


77 


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HEEOLD.    7s. 


tryr\A       -4™  ancient  Hymn  of  the  Resur- 
d\j-3z  rection. 

1  Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day — 
Our  triumphant  holy  day — 
Who  did  once,  upon  the  cross, 
Suffer  to  redeem  our  loss. 

2  Hymns  of  praise  then  let  us  sing 
Unto  Christ,  our  heavenly  King ; 
Who  endured  the  cross  and  grave, 
Sinners  to  redeem  and  save. 

3  But  the  pain  which  he  endured 
Our  salvation  hath  procured; 
Honor,  then,  to  him,  and  praise, 
Rising  on  this  Day  of  days  1 


'Clirist,  the  first-fruits." 
Luke  24  :  34. 


7s, 


205 

1  Christ,  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day  1 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say  : 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high ; 
Sing,  ye  heavens !  and  earth,  reply ! 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won  : 
Lo!  our  sun's  eclipse  is  o'er; 
Lo !  he  sets  iu  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal — 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell : 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise, 
Christ  hath  opened  paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ! 
Where,  O  Death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Once  he  died,  our  souls  to  save: 
Where's  thy  vie' try,  boasting  Grave? 


5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Foil' wing  our  exalted  head  : 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise, 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies! 

206  Matt.  28:2.  7S. 

1  Angels,  roll  the  rock  away ! 
Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey ! 
See,  the  Saviour  leaves  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  Hark !  the  wondering  angels  raise 
Louder  notes  of  joyful  praise ; 

Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Echo  with  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Saints  on  earth,  lift  up  your  eyes ; 
Now  to  glory  see  Him  rise 

In  long  triumph  through  the  sky, 
Up  to  waiting  worlds  on  high. 

4  Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide ; 
Mighty  Conqueror,  through  them  ride ! 
King  of  glory,  mount  Thy  throne! 
Boundless  empire  is  Thine  own. 

5  Powers  of  heaven,  seraphic  choirs, 
Sing  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres ; 
Sons  of  men,  in  humbler  strain 
Sing  your  mighty  Saviour's  reign. 

6  Every  note  with  wonder  swell, 
Sin  o'erthrown,  and  captive  hell  ! 
Where,  0  death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Where  thy  terrors,  vanquished  king  ? 


78 


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SEELYE.    7s. 


207  Malt.  28:  6. 

1  Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb ; 
Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom ; 

Day  of  triumph !  through  the  skies 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise ! 

2  Christian,  dry  your  flowing  tears ; 
Chase  those  unbelieving  fears ; 
Look  on  His  deserted  grave ; 
Doubt  no  more  His  power  to  save. 

3  Ye,  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade ; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away, 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

4  Lo  !  the  rising  sun  appears, 
Shedding  radiance  o'er  the  spheres; 
Lo  !  returning  beams  of  light 
Chase  the  terrors  of  the  night. 

208  "Holy  Spirit,  all  Divine !" 

1  Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine ! 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine ; 
Long  hath  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart ! 


7s. 


4  Holy  Spirit,  all  Divine ! 
Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne  ; 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone! 

209  The  Spirit's  influence  sought.  7S» 

1  Gracious  Spirit,  love  divine ! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine ; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  full  of  heav'  n  and  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pard'ning  grace  to  me,  ' 
Set  the  burden' d  sinner  free ; 

Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

210  1  Cor.  3  :  16.  7S. 

1  Come',  divine  and  peaceful  Guest, 
Enter  each  devoted  breast ; 

Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire, 
Kindle  there  the  Gospel  fire. 

2  Bid  our  sin  and  sorrow  cease ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  heavenly  peace; 
Joy  divine  we  then  shall  prove, 
Light  of  truth — and  fire  of  love. 


19 


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DOWNS.    C.  M. 


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1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 

In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys ; 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise; 
Hosnnnas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord !  and  shall  we  ever  live 
At  this  poor,  dying  rate  ? 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavn'ly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs, 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

c%-\  c>  Prayer  for  the  witness  of  the  Spirit,   ft   tut 
*3JL«3  ZCor.l:  22.  ^.iu. 

1  Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days? 

Great  Comforter !  descend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 
And  seal  them  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 


3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 
In  my  Redeemer's  blood; 

And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come ; 

And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convey  me  home. 


213 


1  Cor.  2  :  10. 


CM. 


1  Spirit  Divine  !  attend  our  prayer, 
And  make  our  hearts  thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power : 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come! 

2  Come  as  the  light :  to  us  reveal 
Our  sinfulness  and  woe ; 

And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 
Where  all  the  righteous  go. 

3  Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts, 
Like  sacrificial  flame : 

Let  our  whole  soul  an  off'ring  be 
To  our  Redeemer's  name. 

4  Come  as  the  dew,  and  sweetly  bless 
This  consecrated  hour; 

May  barrenness  rejoice  to  own 
Thy  fertilizing  power. 

5  Come  as  the  wind,  with  rushing  sound, 
With  Pentecostal  grace ; 

And  make  the  great  salvation  known, 
Wide  as  the  human  race. 


80 


PENTECOST. 


BOABDMAN.     C.  M. 


6  Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayer, 
And  make  our  hearts  thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power : 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come! 


214r 


John  16 :  7. 


CM. 


1  Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky ! 
Christ,  our  ascended  Lord, 

Sends  down  His  Spirit  from  on  high, 
According  to  His  word. 

2  The  Spirit,  by  His  heavenly  breath, 
New  life  creates  within  ; 

He  quickens  sinners  from  their  death 
Of  trespasses  and  sin. 

3  The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes, 
And  to  our  hearts  reveals ; 

Our  bodies  He  His  temple  makes, 
And  our  redemption  seals. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 
"With  Thy  celestial  fire ; 

Come,  and  with  flames  of  zeal  and  love 
Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire ! 


215 


Bom.  5:  5. 


CM. 


1  0  Holy  Spirit,  Fount  of  Love, 
Blest  Source  of  gifts  divine, 
Kindle,  we  pray  Thee,,  from  above, 
The  inmost  souls  of  Thine. 

2  Bond  of  the  sacred  Trinity, 
Knit  Thou  our  hearts  in  one, 
To  know  the  blessed  unity 
Of  Father  and  of  Son ! 


3  Shed  in  each  faithful  heart  abroad 
Love  that  doth  all  excel ; 

That  God  in  us  and  we  in  God 
For  evermore  may  dwell. 

4  0  blessed  Comforter,  to  Thee, 
With  the  Eternal  Son, 

And  with  the  Father,  glory  be, 
While  endless  ages  run. 

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1  0  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  way3 
To  keep  his  statutes  still ! 

0  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will! 

2  Oh,  send  thy  Spirit  down,  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart ; 

Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

3  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 
And  make  my  heart  sincere  ; 

Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

4  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands — 
'Tis  a  delightful  road; 

Nor  let  my  head  nor  heart  nor  hands 
Offend  against  my  God. 

Doxologg.  £,  JJ, 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 


81 


PENTECOST,    THE    CHURCH, 


DENNIS.   S.  M. 


217  Jo/m  14:  26.  S.  51. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit!  come; 
Let  thy  bright  beams  arise ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin ; 
Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 

And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  mercies  of  our  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 
Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

4  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 
To  sanctify  the  soul, 

•  To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit!  come; 
Our  minds  from  bondage  free ; 

Then  shall  we  know  and  praise  and  love 
The  Father,  Son  and  thee. 

218  "I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord."-Ps.l37.  S.M. 

1  I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord, — 
The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  0  God  ! 
Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 


3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 
For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 

To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  mj^  highest  joy 
I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 

Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Thy  hand  from  everjr  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 

The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

219  The  Arlc  of  God.  S.M. 

1  Like  Noah's  weary  dove 
That  soared  the  earth  around, 
But  not  a  resting-place  above 
The  cheerless  waters  found, 

2  Oh,  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 

All  the  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

3  Behold  the  ark  of  God, 
Behold  the  open  door ; 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 


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There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blessed. 

220  P*.63:2.  S.M. 

1  How  charming  is  the  place 
Where  my  Redeemer  God 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad ! 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces 
To  which  the  great  resort 
Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 

3  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 
With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

4  To  him  their  prayers  and  cries 
Each  humble  soul  presents  ; 
He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 

5  To  them  his  sovereign  will 
He  graciously  imparts, 
And  in  return  accepts,  with  smiles, 
The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 

6  Give  me,  0  Lord  !  a  place 
Within  thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 


22X  Christian  Fellowsk p.    Bom.  12:  5.  S.  M« 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 
Our  hearts  in  Christian  love: 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 
We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 
Our  mutual  burdens  bear : 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 
It  gives  us  inward  pain ; 

But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 
Our  courage  hj  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
A.nd  longs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
And  sin,  we  shall  be  free, 

And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

Doxology.  0»  M» 

The  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  we  adore ; 

We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee, 

Both  now  and  evermore  ! 


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tiTltat  at  the  name  of  Jesus 
every  knee  should  bow." 


6s&4s. 


1  Let  us  awake  our  J03-S ; 
Strike  up  with  cheerful  voice : 
Each  creature,  sing : 
Angels !  begin  the  song ; 
Mortals  !  the  strain  prolong, 
In  accents  sweet  and  strong, 
"Jesus  is  King!" 

2  Proclaim  abroad  bis  name; 
Tell  of  his  matchless  fame ; 
What  wonders  done ! 
Above,  beneath,  around, 
Let  all  the  earth  resound, 
Till  heaven's  high  arch  rebound, 
"Vict'ry  is  won  I" 

3  He  vanquished  sin  and  hell, 
And  our  last  foe  will  quell : 
Mourners,  rejoice! 
His  dying  love  adore; 
Praise  him,  now  raised  in  power : 
Praise  him  for  evermore, 
With  joyful  voice. 

4  All  hail  the  glorious  day, 
When,  through  the  heavenly  way, 
Lo,  he  shall  come  ! 
While  they  who  pierced  him  wail, 
His  promise  shall  not  fail ; 
Saints,  see  your  King  prevail : 
Great  Saviour,  come ! 

223   "To  Thee,  great  One  in  Tliree."  6S&4S. 

1  Come,  thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 


Help  us  to  praise ! 
Father  all  glorious. 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  descend; 
From  all  our  foes  defend, 
Nor  let  us  fall : 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defense  be  made, 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  staj^ed : 
Lord,  hear  our  call ! 

3  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword  ; 
Our  prayer  attend : 

Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success: 
Spirit  of  holiness, 
On  us  descend. 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 
In  this  glad  hour : 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 
Spirit  of  power. 

5  To  thee,  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 
Hence  evermore ! 

Thy  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 
Love  and  adore ! 


84 


MISSIONS,    AND    FAITH. 
ITALIAN   HYMN.    6s&4s. 


eysyA       Prayer  to  the  Trinity  for  the 
fw^^fc  World's  Conversion. 

1  Thou,  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 
And  took  their  flight, 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 
And  where  the  gospel  day 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 
"Let  there  be  light." 


2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring, 
On  thy  redeeming  wing, 
Healing  and  sight, 

Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind, 
Oh,  now  to  all  mankind 
"Let  there  be  light." 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  Holy  Dove, 
Speed  forth  thy  flight ; 
Move  on  the  waters'  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace ; 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 
"Let  there  be  light." 


4s.1 2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, — 
My  zeal  inspire ! 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh,  may  mj  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be — 
A  living  fire ! 


3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  mjr  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 
From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 
Shall  o'er  me  roll, 

Blest  Saviour !  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
Oh,  bear  me  safe  above — 
A  ransomed  soul ! 


225     "My  faith  loolcs  vp  to  Tliee. 

1  My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvarj-, 
Saviour  Divine! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
Oh,  let  me,  from  this  day, 
Be  wholly  thine ! 


"  6s  &  4s. 


Doxology. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
All  praise  be  given ! 
Crown  him  in  every  song ; 
To  him  your  hearts  belong ; 
Let  all  his  praise  prolong 
On  earth,  in  heaven! 


6s  &  4s. 


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1  0  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Bright  in  Thy  deeds  and  in  Thy  name, 
Forever  be  Thy  name  adored, 
Thy  glories  let  the  world  proclaim  ! 

2  0  Jesus,  Lamb  once  crucified 
To  take  our  load  of  sins  away, 
Thine  be  the  hymn  that  rolls  its  tide 
Along  the  realms  of  upper  day ! 

3  0  Holy  Spirit  !  from  above, 

In  streams  of  light  and  glory  given, 

Thou  source  of  ecstacy  and  love, 

Thy  praises  ring  through  earth  and  heaven ! 

4  0  God  Triune  !  to  Thee  we  owe 
Our  every  thought,  our  every  song ; 
And  ever  may  Thy  praises  flow 

From  saint  and  seraph's  burning  tongue. 

22  /    Salvation  sought  from  the  Trinity.    Xj»  M. 

1  Father  of  heaven  1  whose  love  profound, 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 

To  us  thy  pard'ning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son  !  incarnate  "Word  ! 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 

To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal  Spirit !  by  whose  breath 
The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend: 
To  us  thy  quick' ning  power  extend. 


4  Jehovah  1  Father,  Spirit,  Son  ! 
Mysterious  Godhead !  Three  in  One ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend ! 

2{-jq     "Awalce  !  put  on  thy  strength,  O     t     tit 
<^C3  Zion/'—  Isaiah  52:  1.  ■L"  ilu 

1  Triumphant  Zion !  lift  thy  head 
From  dust  and  darkness  and  the  dead ; 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength. 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  tby  various  charms  be  known : 
Then,  decked  in  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  vict'ry  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4  God,  from  on  high,  thy  groans  will  hear] 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair ; 

Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

c\e~tr\   "Unto  Thee  shall  all  flesh  come."    t     Tl 
229  pSalm  65.  L*  iU* 

1  The  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 
Great  God  !  and  praise  becomes  thy  house; 
There  shall  thy  saints  thy  glory  see, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows. 

2  0  thou  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies, 
To  save  when  humble  sinners  pray  ! 
And  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  grateful  isles  of  every  sea. 


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3  Soon  shall  the  nocking  nations  run 
To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord; 
The  rising  and  the  setting  sun 
Shall  see  the  Saviour's  name  adored. 

230  The  Song  of  Triumph.  L.  M. 

1  Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies — 
That  song  of  triumph  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's  ! 

2  Let  thrones  and  powers  and  kingdoms  be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  thee  ! 

And,  over  land  and  stream  and  main, 
Wave  thou  the  scepter  of  thy  reign  ! 

3  Oh,  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell, 
Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell, 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns ! 


231 


Isa.  51 :  9. 


L.  M. 


1  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake ! 
Put  on  Thy  strength,  the  nations  shake, 
And  let  the  world  adoring  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  Thee  ! 

2  Say  to  the  heathen,  from  Thy  throne, 
"I  am  Jehovah,  God  alone  ;" 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  Almighty  God,  Thy  grace  proclaim 
In  every  land,  of  every  name; 

Let  adverse  powers  before  Thee  fall, 
And  crown  the  Saviour,  Lord  of  all ! 


c, oo  "The  world  shall  hear  Thy  voice."  x     tit 
*04  ps.  105:13.  Au  ill. 

1  Sovereign  of  worlds !  display  thy  power ; 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favored  hour; 

Bid  the  bright  morning  Star  arise, 
And  point  the  nations  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, — 
On  Afric's  shore,  on  India's  plains, 

On  wilds  and  continents  unknown, — 
And  make  the  nations  all  thine  own. 

3  Speak !  and  the  world  shall  bear  thy  voice ; 
Speak!  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice; 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 
And  bid  all  nations  hail  the  light. 


Matt.  9 :   38. 


L.M. 


233 

1  Lord  of  the  harvest !  bend  thine  ear, 
For  Zion's  heritage  appear; 

Oh,  send  forth  laborers  filled  with  zeal 
Swift  to  obey  their  Master's  will. 

2  Our  lifted  eyes,  0  Lord  !  behold 
The  ripening  harvest  tinged  with  gold; 
Wide  fields  are  opening  to  our  view ; 
The  work  is  great,  the  laborers  few. 

3  Under  the  guidance  of  thy  hand 
May  Zion's  sons  to  every  land 

Go  forth,  to  bless  the  dying  race, 
As  heralds  of  redeeming  grace. 

4  Bid  all  their  hearts  with  ardor  glow 
The  Saviour's  dying  love  to  show, 
And  spread  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 
Far  as  the  race  of  man  is  found. 


87 


TRINITY,    SECOND    ADVENT. 


SICILIAN"  HYMN.    8s,  7s  &  4s. 


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234:  The  Trinity.  8S,  7s  &  4tS. 

1  Glory  be  to  God  the  Father ! 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Son ! 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit ! 
Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One: 

Glory,  Glory, 
While  eternal  ages  run ! 

2  Glory  be  to  Him  who  loved  us, 
Washed  us  from  each  spot  and  stain ; 
Glory  be  to  Him  who  bought  us, 
Made  us  kings  with  Him  to  reign  : 

Glory,  Glory, 
To  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain ! 

3  Glory  to  the  King  of  angels ! 
Glory  to  the  Church's  King! 
Glory  to  the  King  of  nations! 
Heaven  and  earth  your  praises  bring: 

Glory,  Glory, 
To  the  King  of  glory  bring ! 

4  Glory,  blessing,  praise  eternal ! 
Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sings; 
Honor,  riches,  power,  dominion! 
Thus  its  praise  creation  brings: 

Glory,  Glory, 
Glory  to  the  King  of  kings! 


Second  Advent. 
Matt.  25:  31. 


8s,  7s  &  4s. 


1  Lo !  He  comes,  with  clouds 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ; 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending 


Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train : 

Hallelujah! 
Jesus  comes,  He  comes  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him 
Robed  in  dreadful  majesty ; 

Those  who  set  at  naught,  and  sold  Him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  Every  island,  sea,  and  mountain, 
Heaven  and  earth,  shall  flee  away  ; 
All  who  hate  Him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  trump  proclaim  the  day  ; 

Come  to  judgment! 
Come  to  judgment!  come  away! 

4  Answer  Thine  own  Bride  and  Spirit ; 
Hasten,  Lord,  and  quickly  come! 
The  new  heaven  and  earth  to  inherit, 
Take  Thy  pining  exiles  homel 

All  creation 
Travails,  groans,  and  bids  Thee  come ! 

5  Yea,  amen !  let  all  adore  Thee, 
High  on  Thine  eternal  throne ! 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory, 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  Thine  own! 

Oh,  come  quickly! 
Hallelujah!  come,  Lord,  come! 


236 


Second  Advent. 
Matt.  25 :  34. 


8s,  7s  &  4s. 


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Hark!  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 


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Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round : 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound  ! 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 
Clothed  in  majest.y  divine ! 

Ye,  who  long  for  His  appearing, 
Then  shall  say,  This  God  is  mine ! 

Gracious  Saviour, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  Thine. 

3  At  His  call,  the  dead  awaken, 
Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  His  look,  prepare  to  flee  : 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below, 

He  will  say, — "Come  near,  ye  blessed! 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow: 

You  forever 
Shall  My  love  and  glory  know." 


2  Open  thou  the  crystal  fountain, 
Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloud}-  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through :   ' 

Strong  Deliverer ! 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 

Death  of  death  !  and  hell's  Destruction! 
Laud  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side : 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ev§r  give  to  thee. 


8s,  7s&4s. 


00>°y         The  Pilgrim's  Prayer. 
^O/  Ex.  14:  19. 

1  Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land ; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  might}7 ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  : 

Bread  of  heaven ! 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 


238 


Phil.  1 :  11.         8s,  7s  &  4s. 


1  Lord  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

Oh !  refresh  us, 
Traveling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration, 
For  thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us,  evermore,  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given, 
Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 

We  shall  surety 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 


89 


THE    CHURCH,    AND 


BALERMA.    C.  M. 


239  Dan.  2:  44.  CM. 

1  O,  where  are  kings  and  empires  now 
Of  old  that  went  and  came  ? 
But,  Lord  !  thy  church  is  praying  yet, 
A  thousand  years  the  same. 

2  We  mark  her  goodly  battlements 
And  her  foundations  strong; 
We  hear  within  the  solemn  voice 
Of  her  unending  song. 

3  For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Thy  holy  church,  0  God  ! 
Though  earthquake  shocks  are  threatening  her 
And  tempests  are  abroad, 

4  Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 
Immovable  she  stands, 
A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 
A  house  not  made  bjr  hands. 


Ps.  132 :  8. 


CM. 


240 

1  Arise,  0  King  of  grace  !  arise, 
And  enter  to  thy  rest ; 
Lo  !  thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes 
Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 
Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God !  accept  our  vows 
Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread ; 
Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 


4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 
Let  God's  Anointed  shine  ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

5  Here  let  him  hold  a  lasting  throne  ; 
And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  shame  confound  his  foes. 

24rl  Pi.  27.  C  M. 

1  The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
And  my  salvation  too ; 
God  is  my  strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires; 
Oh,  grant  me  an  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 
And  see  thy  beauty  still, 
Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise  and  storms  appear, 
There  may  his  children  hide ; 
God  has  a  strong  pavilion  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

5  Now  shall  my  head  be  lifted  high 
Above  my  foes  around, 
And  songs  of  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  sound. 

90 


THE    COMMUNION    OF    SAINTS. 
CAMBRIDGE.    C.  M. 

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^^^>  Saints.    1  Cor.  12.-  27.  Kjm  ■"*■' 

1  Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined, 
And  saved  by  grace  alone : 
"Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 
Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, — 
Their  mighty  joys  we  know: 

They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we,  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee  in  thy  glorious  realm,  they  praise 
And  bow  before  thy  throne  : 

"We,  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace; — 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads ; 
From  thence  our  spirits  rise: 
And  he  that  in  thy  statutes  treads 
Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

243         The  Communion  of  Saints.  C  Mi 

1  Come  let  us  join  our  friends  above 
That  have  obtained  the  prize ; 

And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love, 
To  joys  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  all  the  saints  terrestrial  sing 
With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 

For  all  the  servants  of  our  King, 
In  heaven  and  earth,  are  one. 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him, 
One  church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 


4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 
To  his  command  we  bow  ; 

Part  of  His  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 
This  solemn  moment  fly; 

And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  we  expect  to  die. 

6  His  militant,  embodied  host, 
With  wishful  looks  we  stand, 
And  long  to  see  that  happy  coast, 
And  reach  the  heavenly -land. 


244 


Seb.  11 :  13. 


C.  M. 


Glory  to  God  !  whose  witness-train, 
Those  heroes  bold  in  faith, 
Could  smile  on  poverty  and  pain, 
And  triumph  e'en  in  death. 

2  Gcd  whom  we  serve,  our  God,  can  save, 
Can  damp  the  scorching  flame, 

Can  build  an  ark,  can  smooth  the  wave, 
For  such  as  love  His  name. 

3  Lord,  if  Thine  arm  support  us  still 
With  its  eternal  strength, 

We  shall  o'ercome  the  mightiest  ill, 
And  conquerors  prove  at  length. 

Doxology.  C.  oL» 

The  Father's  Name  we  loudly  raise, 
The  Son  we  all  adore, 
The  Holy  Ghost,  One  God,  we  praise, 
Both  now  and  evermore. 


91 


THE    CHURCH  — THE    COMMUNION    OF    SAINTS,    AND 


ST.  THOMAS.    S.  M. 


045  "The  ■mountain  of  His  holiness."    g^  jj^  3  From  those  celestial  springs 


1  Great  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 

He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  most  delightful  seat. 

2  These  temples  of  his  grace — 
How  beautiful  they  stand  ! 
The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known 
A  refuge  in  distress; 

How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone 
Through  all  her  palaces ! 

4  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 
Our  ej'es  have  often  seen, 

How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold 
"Where  his  own  sheep  have  been. 

5  In  every  new  distress 
We'll  to  his  house  repair, 

We'll  think  upon  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 


246 


Blessings  of  Oliristian  Unity. 
Psalm  133. 


S.M. 


1  Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace 
Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  ; 
Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house 
Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet : 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 


Such  streams  of  pleasure  flow, 

As  no  increase  of  riches  brings, 

Nor  honors  can  bestow. 

4  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 

The  saints  are  blest  above  ; 

Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distills, 

And  all  the  air  is  love  ! 

C\  a  ry  "Thou  shall  arise,  and  have  mercy    o    Hf 
*i4fc  /  Upon  Zion."  °»  aL» 

1  0  Lord  our  God !  arise ; 
The  cause  of  truth  maintain  ; 

And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  life  !  arise, 
Nor  let  thy  glory  cease ; 

Far  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace, 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost!  arise, — 
Extend  thy  healing  wing, 

And  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world, 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 

4  0  all  ye  nations!  rise, — 
To  God  the  Saviour  sing; 
From  shore  to  shore,  from  earth  to  heaven 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring  ! 

f.  j  o    "How  beautiful  upon  the  moun-       c    tut 
*S4fcO  tains.'"— Isaiah  52:  ".  O.  ill. 

1  How  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal. 


92 


MISSIONS. 


BADEA.    S.  M. 


2  How  charming  is  their  voice ! 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are !  — 
"Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King! 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 
That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad : 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God. 


4  Soon  may  all  tribes  be  blest 
With  fruit  from  life's  glad  tree ; 
And  in  its  shade  like  brothers  rest, 
Sons  of  one  family. 

250 


0  God  of  sovereign  grace, 
We  bow  before  Thy  throne, 
And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race, 
The  merits  of  Thy  Son. 

2  Spread  through  the  earth,  0  Lord, 
The  knowledge  of  Thy  ways ; 
And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 
The  great  Redeemer's  praise. 


24:9 


Matt.  6:  10. 


S.M. 


1  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God, 
Sweet  reign  of  light  and  love ! 

Shed  peace,  and  hope,  and  joy  abroad, 
And  wisdom  from  above. 

2  Over  our  spirits  first 
Extend  thy  healing  reign; 

There  raise  and  quench  the  sacred  thirst 

That  never  pains  again. 

3'  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God, 

And  make  the  broad  earth  thine  ; 

Stretch  o'er  her  lands  and  isles  the  rod 

That  flowers  with  grace  divine. 


Num.  14:  21. 


S.M. 


Psalm  72. 


S.M. 


251 

1  Now  living  waters  flow 
To  cheer  the  humble  soul ; 
From  sea  to  sea  those  waters  go, 
And  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 

2  Now  righteousness  shall  spring, 
And  grow  on  earth  again ; 
•Jehovah-Jesus  be  our  King, 
And  o'er  the  nations  reign ! 


3  Jesus  shall  rule  alone, 

The  world  shall  hear  His  word  ; 

By  one  blest  name  shall  He  be  known, 

The  universal  Lord. 


Doxology. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  was:  and  is,  and  shall  remain 
Through  all  eternity. 


S.M. 


93 


MISSIONS, 


DEDHAM.    C.  M. 


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s-gfir1-^ 


OKO  "They  come,  they  come — thine  ex-    p    -ar 
*0^  i/ed  bonds."— Isa  52.  ^.  ill. 

1  Daughter  of  Zion!  from  the  dust 
Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 

Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust: 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake !  put  on  thy  strength, 
Thy  beautiful  array ; 

The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 
And  send  thy  heralds  forth ; 

Say  to  the  south,  "Give  up  thy  charge," 
And  keep  not  back,  0  north  I 

4  They  come,  they  come !— thine  exiled  bands. 
Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 

Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 
And  God  his  works  destroy, 

With  songs   thy  ransomed  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 

253  Ps.  96.  C.  M. 

1  Shine,  mighty  God  !  on  Zion  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  grace ; 
Reveal  thy  power  through  all  our  coasts, 
And  show  thy  smiling  face. 

2  When  shall  thy  name  from  shore  to  shore 
Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 


3  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands ! 
Sing  loud  with  solemn  voice  ; 

Let  every  tongue  exalt  his  praise, 
And  every  heart  rejoice. 

4  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  sovereign  Judge, 
That  sits  enthroned  above, 

In  wisdom  rules  the  worlds  he  made, 
And  bids  them  taste  his  love. 


254r 


Ps.  72. 


CM. 


1  Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart! 
Star  of  the  coming  day  ! 

Arise,  and  with  thy  morning  beams 
Chase  all  our  griefs  away. 

2  Come,  blessed  Lord!  let  every  shore 
And  answering  island  sing 

The  praises  of  thy  royal  name, 
And  own  thee  as  their  King. 

3  Bid  the  whole  earth,  responsive  now 
To  the  bright  world  above, 

Break  forth  in  sweetest  strains  of  joy 
In  memory  of  thy  love. 

4  Jesus  !  thy  fair  creation  groans, 
The  air,  the  earth,  the  sea, 

In  unison  with  all  our  hearts, 
And  calls  aloud  for  thee. 

5  Thine  was  the  cross,  with  all  its  fruits 
Of  grace  and  peace  divine  ; 

Be  thine  the  crown  of  glory  now 
The  palm  of  victory  thine. 


94 


INSTALLATION   AND   PRAYER. 
MANOAH.    C.  M. 


255 


Ps.  72. 


CM. 


1  Jesus,  immortal  King !  arise, 
Rise  and  assert  thy  sway, 

Till  earth,  subdued,  its  tribute  bring, 
And  distant  lands  obey, 

2  Ride  forth,  victorious  Conqueror !  ride. 
Till  all  thy  foes  submit, 

And  all  the  powers  of  hell  resign 
Their  trophies  at  thy  feet. 

3  Send  forth  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly 
This  spacious  earth  around, 

Till  every  soul  beneath  the  sun 
Shall  hear  the  joj^ful  sound. 

4  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore, 
May  Jesus  be  adored, 

And  earth,  with  all  her  millions,  shout 
Hosannas  to  the  Lord. 

OK£!     (Installation  of  Elders  and  Dea-    ri    ■««■ 

1  Father  of  mercies  !  condescend 
To  hear  our  fervent  prayer, 

While  these  our  brethren  we  commend 
To  Thy  paternal  care. 

2  Before  them  set  an  open  door ; 
Their  various  efforts  bless ; 

On  them  Thy  Holy  Spirit  pour, 
And  crown  them  with  success. 

3  Endow  them  with  a  heavenly  mind; 
Supply  their  every  need ; 

Make  them  in  spirit  meek,  resigned, 
But  bold  in  word  and  deed. 


4  In  every  tempting,  trying  hour, 
Uphold  them  by  Thy  grace, 
And  guard  them  by  Thy  mighty  power, 
Till  they  shall  end  their  race. 


257 


What  is  Prayer  f 


CM. 


1  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Uttered  or  unexpressed ; 

The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 
The  falling  of  a  tear, 

The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 
That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 

Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 
Returning  from  his  ways  : 

While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  cry,  "Behold,  he  prays!" 

5  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 
The  Christian's  native  air, 

His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death  : 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

6  0  thou  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 
The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way ! 

The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod ; 
Lord  !  teach  us  how  to  pray. 


95 


MISSIONS,    AND 
MISSIONARY  HYMN.    7s  &  63. 


"  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  hU       w„ 
story."  " 

1  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand, — 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 

They  call  us  to  deliver 
Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 
And  only  man  is  vile ; 

In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 
The  gifts  of  God  are  strown ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness, 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone ! 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high, — 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation,  oh,  salvation ! 
The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 
Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 


&  6sl^  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 
It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 
In  bliss  returns  to  reign ! 

259    The  gospel  banner.— Ps.  60 :  4.   7s&6s. 

1  Now  be  the  gospel  banner 
In  ev'ry  land  unfurl' d, 
And  be  the  shout  hosanna 
Re-echoed  through  the  world; 
Till  ev'ry  isle  and  nation, 
Till  ev'ry  tribe  and  tongue 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 
And  join  the  happy  throng. 

2  Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  for  ever, 
0  Jesus,  King  of  kings, 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 
Each  ransom'd  captive  Bings  ; 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 
The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 
The  song  responsive  raise. 


LORD'S   SUPPER. 
TABMOUTH.    7s  &  6s. 


(yar\    "Stand,  therefore,  having  your    ft 
tCOKJ     loins  girt  adout."  Epli.  6:  13.     *° 

2  Stand  up  ! — stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
The  trumpet  call  obey  ; 

Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 
In  this  his  glorious  day  : 
"Ye  that  are  men,  now  serve  him," 
Against  unnumbered  foes ; 
Your  courage  rise  with  danger, 
And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 

3  Stand  up ! — stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 
Stand  in  his  strength  alone  ; 

The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you — 
Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own : 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 
And,  watching  unto  prayer, 
Where  duty  calls  or  danger, 
Be  never  wanting  there ! 

4  Stand  up ! — stand  up  for  Jesus ! 
The  strife  will  not  be  long ; 

This  day  the  noise  of  battle, 
The  next  the  victor's  song: 
To  him  that  overcometh, 
A  crown  of  life  shall  be ; 
He  with  the  King  of  Glory 
Shall  reign  eternally  ! 
7 


oS.  261    An  ancient  Sacramental  Symn.    7s&OS« 

1  0  Bread  to  pilgrims  given, 
0  Food  that  angels  eat, 
0  Manna  sent  from  heaven, 
For  heaven-born  natures  meet ! 
Give  us,  for  thee  long  pining, 
To  eat  till  richly  filled ; 
Till,  earth's  delights  resigning, 
Our  every  wish  is  stilled  \ 

2  0  Water,  life-bestowing, 
From  out  the  Saviour's  heart, 
A  fountain  purely  flowing, 
A  fount  of  love  thou  art ! 
Oh  let  us,  freely  tasting, 
Our  burning  thirst  assuage  ! 
Thy  sweetness,  never  wasting, 
Avails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Jesus,  this  feast  receiving, 
We  thee  unseen  adore  ; 
Thy  faithful  word  believing, 
We  take — and  doubt  no  more  ; 
Give  us,  thou  true  and  loving, 
On  earth  to  live  in  thee  ; 
Then,  death  the  vail  removing, 
Thy  glorious  face  to  see  ! 

97 


BAPTISM,    COVENANT    RELATION,    AND 
SHIRLAND.    S.  M. 


262  Mall.  19:14.  S.M. 

1  The  Saviour  kindly  calls 
Our  children  to  His  breast ; 

He  folds  them  in  His  gracious  arms, 
Himself  declares  them  blest.  » 

2  "Let  them  approach,"  He  cries, 
"Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim; 

The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these, 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 

3  With  joy  we  bring  them,  Lord, 
Devoting  them  to  Thee, 
Imploring  that  as  we  are  Thine, 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 


5  How  great  Thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 
How  plenteous  is  Thy  grace, 
Which,  in  the  promise  of  Thy  love, 
Includes  our  rising  race. 

6  Our  offspring,  still  Thy  care, 
Shall  own  their  fathers'  God, 

To  latest  times  Thy  blessings  share, 
And  sound  Thy  praise  abroad. 


"Children  in  the  Covenant.' 
Acts  2 :  39. 


S.M. 


263 

1  Lord,  what  our  ears  have  heard 
Our  eyes  delighted  trace, 
Thy  love  in  long  succession  shown, 
To  every  faithful  race. 

2  Our  children  Thou  dost  claim, 
0  Lord,  our  God,  as  Thine: 
Ten  thousand  blessings  to  Thy  name 
For  goodness  so  divine ! 

3  Thy  covenant  maj"-  they  keep, 
And  bless  the  happy  bands, 
Which,  closer  still,  engage  their  hearts 
To  honor  thy  commands. 

4  Thee  let  the  fathers  own, 
Thee  let  the  sons  adore, 
Joined  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows 
To  be  forgot  no  more. 


Eeb.8:  10. 


S.M. 


264, 

1  0  God  of  Abraham,  hear 
The  parents'  humble  cry  ; 

In  covenant  mercy  now  appear, 
While  in  the  dust  we  lie. 

2  These  children  of  our  love, 
In  mercy  Thou  hast  given, 

That  we  through  grace  may  faithful  prove 
In  training  them  for  heaven. 

3  Oh  graut  Thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Their  hearts  to  sanctify ; 
Remember  now  Thy  gracious  word, 
Our  hopes  on  Thee  rel}\ 

4  Draw  forth  the  melting  tear, 
The  penitential  sigh ; 

Inspire  their  hearts  with  faith  sincere, 
And  fix  their  hopes  on  high. 

5  These  children  now  are  Thine, 
We  give  them  back  to  Thee  ; 

Oh  lead  them  by  Thy  grace  divine, 
Along  the  heavenly  way. 


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265  JTari  10:  14.  S.  M. 

1  Thou  God  of  sovereign  grace, 
In  mercy  now  appear ; 
We  long  to  see  thy  smiling  face, 
And  feel  that  thou  art  near. 

2  Receive  these  lambs  to-day, 
O  Shepherd  of  the  flock, 
And  wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away 
Beside  the  smitten  Rock. 

3  To-day  in  love  descend ; 
Oh,  come,  this  precious  hour ; 
In  mercy  now  their  spirits  bend 
By  thy  resistless  power. 

4  Low  bending  at  thy  feet, 
Our  offspring  we  resign  : 
Thine  arm  is  strong,  thy  love  is  great, 
And  high  thy  glories  shine. 


Ps.  144 :  12. 


266 

1  Great  God,  now  condescend 
To  bless  our  rising  race ; 
Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend, 
The  subjects  of  thy  grace. 

2  Oh,  what  a  pure  delight 
Their  happiness  to  see  ; 
Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite, 
To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 

3  Now  bless,  thou  God  of  love, 
This  ordinance  divine ; 


Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
And  make  these  children  thine. 


267  Cant.  2:  4.  S.  M. 

1  Jesus,  we  thus  obey 
Thy  last  and  kindest  word, 
And  in  Thine  own  appointed  way 
We  come  to  meet  Thee,  Lord. 

2  Thus  we  remember  Thee, 
And  take  this  bread  and  wine 
As  Thine  own  dying  legacy, 
And  our  redemption's  sign. 

3  Thy  presence  makes  the  feast; 
Now  let  our  spirits  feel 
The  glory  not  to  be  expressed, 
The  joy  unspeakable. 

4  With  high  and  heavenly  bliss 
Thou  dost  our  spirits  cheer ; 

S.  J[#  Thy  house  of  banqueting  is  this, 
And  Thou  hast  brought  us  here. 

6  Now  let  our  souls  be  fed 
With  manna  from  above, 
And  over  us  Thy  banner  spread 
Of  everlasting  love. 

Doxology.  o«  Jll* 

Praise  to  the  Father  be ; 
Praise  to  His  Only  Son  ; 
Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 
While  endless  ages  run. 

99 


BAPTISM,    CONFIRMATION,    CORNER-STONE 
WARWICK.    CM. 

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268  Matt.  19:  14. 

1  See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 
With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms  ! 

2  "Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 
"Nor  scorn  their  humble  name; 
For  't  was  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came. 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 
And  yield  them  up  to  thee ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, — 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 


'And  forbid  them  not. 
Matt.  19 :  14. 


CM. 


269 

1  0,  wondrous  is  thy  mercy,  Lord! 
We  hear  thy  word  of  grace, 
"Forbid  them  not," — oh,  rich  the  word 
That  calls  our  infant  race ! 

2  Our  infant  race  we  bring  to  thee  : 
Receive  them  as  thine  own  ! 
Now  and  forever  may  they  be 
Thine  wholly,  thine  alone. 

270  John  10  :  14. 

1  Shepherd  of  Israel !  from  above 
Thy  feeble  flock  behold, 
And  let  them  never  lose  thy  love, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  fold. 

2  Thou  wilt  not  cast  thy  lambs  awa}> 
Thy  hand  is  ever  near 


CM. 


To  guide  them,  lest  they  go  astraj-, 
And  keep  them  safe  from  fear. 

3  Thy  tender  care  supports  the  weak, 
And  will  not  let  them  fall ; 
Then  teach  us,  Lord  !  thy  praise  to  speak 
And  on  thy  name  to  call. 

4  We  want  thy  help,  for  we  are  frail ; 
Thy  light,  for  we  are  blind ; 
Let  grace  o'er  all  our  doubts  prevail, 
To  prove  that  thou  art  kind. 

5  Teach  us  the  things  we  ought  to  know, 
And  may  we  find  them  true, 
And  still  in  stature  as  we  grow 
Increase  in  wisdom  too. 

6  Guide  us  through  life ;  and  when  at  last 

We  enter  into  rest 

Thy  tender  arms  around  us  cast, 

And  fold  us  to  thy  breast. 

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1  Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  vine, 
This  day,  with  one  accord, 
Ourselves,  with  humble  faith  and  joy, 
We  yield  to  thee,  0  Lord ! 

2  Joined  in  one  bod}'  may  we  be : 
One  inward  life  partake  ; 
One  be  our  heart,  one  heavenly  hope 
In  every  bosom  wake. 

3  In  prayer,  in  effort,  tears,  and  toils, 
One  wisdom  be  our  guide  ; 
Taught  by  one  Spirit  from  above, 
In  thee  may  we  abide. 

100 


AND    CONSECRATION    OF   A    CHURCH. 
VALENCIA.    C.  M. 


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Our  joyful  spirits  shine, 

Shall  anthems  of  immortal  praise, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  be  thine ! 

nwf)     "A  good  profession  before  many 
&*<*->        witnesses:1—  1  Tim.  6  :  12. 


C.  M. 


1  Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now 
Before  the  Lord  we  speak ; 

To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break : — 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 
Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield ; 
Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 
Bat  on  his  grace  rely, 
That  with  returning  wants  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  Oh,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 
And  keep  us  in  thy  ways  : 
And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers. 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise ! 


273 


Christ  the  foundation  of  his 
Church.— Ps.  118. 


C.  M. 


1  Behold  the  sure  foundation  Stone 
Which  God  in  Zion  lays, 

To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 
How  glorious  is  thy  name  ! 

Saints  trust  their  whole  salvation  here, 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 


Reject  it  with  disdain ; 

Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  shall  rest, 

And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  withstood, 
Yet  must  this  building  rise  ; 
'Tis  thine  own  work,  Almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 


274, 


"T'iou  and  the  ark  of  thy 
strength." 


CM. 


1  0  thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands, 
Built  over  earth  and  sea, 
Accept  the  walls  that  human  hands 
Have  raised  to  worship  thee  ! 

2  Lord,  from  thine  inmost  glory  send, 
Within  these  courts  to  bide, 
The  peace  that  dwelleth  without  end 
Serenely  by  thy  side  ! 

3  May  erring  minds  that  worship  here 
Be  taught  the  better  way ; 
And  the}r  who  mourn,  and  they  who  fear 
Be  strengthened  as  they  pray. 

4  May  faith  grow  firm,  and  love  grow  warm, 
And  pure  devotion  rise, 

While  round  these  hallowed  walls  the  storm 
Of  earth-born  passion  dies. 

Doxology.  C.  M« 

To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore ! 
101 


CONFIRMATION  —  ORDINATION. 


HAPPY  DAY.    L.  M. 


Chorus. 


1.  0  hap-py  day,    that  seals  my  choice 
Well  may  this  glow  -  ing  heart  re  -juice, 


On  thee,  my  Sa 
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275  Confirmation.— Isa  49 :  8.  L.  M. 

2  0  happy  bond  !  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love; 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  his  sacred  throne  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done: 
Deign,  gracious  Lord,  to  make  me  thine ; 
Help  me,  through  grace,  to  follow  on, 
Glad  to  confess  thy  voice  divine. 

4  Here  rest  my  oft-divided  heart, 
Fix'd  on  thy  God,  thy  Savior,  rest ; 
Who  with  the  world  would  grieve  to  part. 
When  call'd  on  angel's  food  to  feast? 

5  High  heav'n  that  hears  the  solemn  tow, 
That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear, 

Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 


f-\ryr*        "Lord,  I  am  Tliine,  entirely 
*-*  t  O  Thine."— 1  Cor.  6 :  20. 


L.M. 


1  Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine, 
With  full  consent  I  thine  would  be,  " 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Here,  0  my  Lord,  my  soul,  my  all, 
I  yield  to  thee  beyond  recall ; 
Accept  thine  own, — so  long  withheld, 
Accept  what  I  so  freely  yield. 


3  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace ; 

A  wretched  sinner  lost  to  God, 

But  ransomed  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

4  The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal ; 
Now  will  I  set  the  solemn  seal : 
Thine  would  I  live,  thine  would  I  die, 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity. 


277 


"Go,  preach  My  Gospel." 
Mark  16 :  15-20. 


L.  M. 


1  "Go,  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord; 
"Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  receive; 
He  shall  be  saved  who  trusts  my  word ; 
And  they  condemned  who  disbelieve. 

2  "I'll  make  your  great  commission  known, 
And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true 

By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 

3  "Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands ; 
I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands ; 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

4  He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his  head; 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode; 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 
The  grace  of  their  ascended  God. 


102 


CORNER-STONE  —  CONSECRATION. 
MENDON.    L.  M. 


278 


"  Go  ye  into  all  the  world." 
Mark  16 :  15. 


L.M. 


1  Ye  Christian  heralds !  go  proclaim 
Salvation  through  Iinmanuel's  name; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire, 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 

And  hush  the  tempest  into  peace. 

3  And  when  our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more, — 
Meet  with  the  blood-bought  throng,  to  fall, 
And  crown  our  Jesus — Lord  of  all  I 

2/9  {Laying  of  a  Corner-stone.)        L.  M. 

1  0  Lord  of  hosts,  whose  glory  fills 
The  bounds  of  the  eternal  hills, 

And  yet  vouchsafes,  in  Christian  lands, 
To  dwell  in  temples  made  with  hands  ! 

2  Oh,  grant  that  we  who  here  to-day 
Rejoicing  this  foundation  lay 

May  be  in  very  deed  thine  own, 
Built  on  the  precious  Corner-stone. 

3  Endue  the  creatures  with  thy  grace, 
That  shall  adorn  thy  dwelling-place ; 
The  beauty  of  the  oak  and  pine, 

The  gold  and  silver,  make  them  thine. 

4  To  thee  they  all  pertain  ;  to  thee 
The  treasures  of  the  earth  and  sea  ; 
And  when  we  bring  them  to  thy  throne, 
We  but  present  thee  with  thine  own. 


5  The  heads  that  guide  endue  with  skill, 
The  hands  that  work  preserve  from  ill, 
That  we  who  these  foundations  lay 
May  raise  the  top-stone  in  its  day. 

6  Both  now  and  ever,  Lord  !  protect 
The  temple  of  thine  own  elect ; 

Be  thou  in  them  and  they  in  thee, 

0  ever-blessed  Trinity ! 

280      Solomon's  Prayer.  2  Chron.  6.      Ii.  M» 

1  When  in  these  courts  we  seek  thy  face, 
And  dying  sinners  pray  to  live, 

Hear  thou,  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place, 
And  when  thou  nearest,  Lord  !  forgive. 

2  When  here  thy  messengers  proclaim 
The  blessed  gospel  of  thy  Son, 

Still  by  the  power  of  his  great  name 
Be  mighty  signs  and  wonders  done. 

3  Hosanna  ! — to  their  heavenly  King 
When  children's  voices  raise  that  song — ■ 
Hosanna  ! — let  their  angels  sing, 
xind  heaven  with  earth  the  strain 


4  But  will,  indeed,  Jehovah  deign 
Here  to  abide,  no  transient  guest  ? 
Here  will  the  world's  Redeemer  reign, 
And  here  the  Holy  Spirit  rest  ? 

5  That  glory  never  hence  depart ! 

Yet  choose  not,  Lord,  this  house  alone : 
Thy  kingdom  come  to  every  heart; 
In  every  bosom  fix  thy  throne. 


103 


LORD'S    SUPPER    AXD 

PLEYEL'S    HYMN.    7s. 
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281  1  Cor.  5:  7.  7S. 

1  At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 
Praise  to  our  victorious  king, 
Who  hath  washed  us  in  the  tide 
Flowing  from  his  pierced  side. 

2  Praise  we  him  whose  love  divine 
Gives  his  sacred  blood  for  wine, 
Gives  his  body  for  the  feast, 
Christ  the  Victim,  Christ  the  Priest. 

3  Where  the  paschal  blood  is  poured, 
Death's  dark  angel  sheathes  his  sword; 
Israel's  hosts  triumphant  go 
Through  the  wave  that  drowns  the  foe. 

4  Praise  we  Christ,  whose  blood  we  shed, 
Paschal  Victim,  paschal  Bread; 

With  sincerity  and  love 
Eat  we  manna  from  above. 

5  Mighty  Victim  from  the  sky ! 
Hell's  fierce  powers  beneath  thee  lie; 
Thou  hast  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Thou  hast  brought  us  life  and  light. 

6  Hymns  of  glory  and  of  praise. 
Risen  Lord !  to  thee  we  raise ; 
Holy  Father !  praise  to  thee 
With  the  Spirit  ever  be. 


|2  Thine  forever !  Lord  of  life, 
Shield  us  through  the  earthly  strife ; 
Thou,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

3  Thine  forever !   oh,  how  blest 
They  who  find  in  Thee  their  rest; 
Saviour,  Guardian,  heavenly  Friend, 
Oh,  defend  us  to  the  end. 

4  Thine  forever !    Saviour  keep 
These  Thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep; 
Safe  alone  beneath  Thy  care, 

Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share. 

5  Thine  forever !  Thou  our  Guide, 
All  our  wants  by  Thee  supplied, 
All  our  sins  by  Thee  forgiven, 

Lead  us,  Lord,  from  earth  to  heaven. 

283  Matt.  26:26.  .7s. 

1  Bread  of  heaven !  on  thee  we  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed ; 
Ever  may  our  souls  be  fed 
With  this  true  and  living  bread. 


John  17:  9. 


282 

1  Thine  forever  !  God  of  love, 
Hear  us  from  Thy  throne  above; 
Thine  forever  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity. 


2  Vine  of  heaven !  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 
'Tis  thy  wounds  our  healing  give, 

7s.  To  tby  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day.  with  strength  supplied 
Through  the  life  of  him  who  died, 
Lord  of  life !  oh  let  us  be 

.Rooted,  grafted,  built,  in  thee. 

104 


BURIAL. 


HElSTDOISr.    7s. 


1  Jesus,  all-atoning  Lamb, 
Thine,  and  only  thine,  I  am: 
Take  my  body,  spirit,  soul; 
Only  thou  possess  the  whole. 

2  Thou  my  one  thing  needful  be; 
Let  me  ever  cleave  to  thee ; 

Let  me  choose  the  better  part : 
Let  me  give  thee  all  my  heart. 

3  Whom  have  I  on  earth  below  ? 
Thee,  and  only  thee,  I  know : 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  thee  ? 
Thou  art  ail  in  all  to  me. 

285  John  10:   11. 

1  Jesus,  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
Thou  Thy  flock  in  safety  keep ! 
Living  Bread,  Thy  life  supply, 
Strengthen  us,  or  else  we  die  ! 

2  Thqu  who  feedest  us  below, 
Source  of  all  we  have  or  know, 
Bring  us  to  the  feast  of  love, 
With  Thy  saints  and  Thee  above ! 

OO^l    Peace  through  the  Blood  of  Glirisl. 
*OD  Heb.  13:  20,21. 

1  Now  may  he,  who  from  the  dead 
Brought  the  Shepherd  of  the  Sheep, 
Jesus  Christ,  our  King  and  Head, 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep  ! 

2  May  he  teach  us  to  fulfill 
What  is  pleasing  in  his  sight; 
Perfect  us  in  all  his  will, 

And  preserve  us  day  and  night ! 


7s. 


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3  Great  Redeemer!  thee  we  praise, 
Who  the  covenant  sealed  with  blood ; 
While  our  hearts  and  voices  raise 
Loud  thanksgiving  unto  God. 


287 


Heb.  7 :  24. 


7s.. 


1  When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe, 
When  our  bitter  tears  o'erflow, 

When  we  mourn  the  lost,  the  dear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary!  hear. 

2  Thou  our  throbbing  flesh  hast  worn, 
Thou  our  mortal  griefs  hast  borne, 
Thou  hast  shed  the  human  tear ; 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary  !  hear. 

3  When  the  solemn  death-bell  tolls 
For  our  own  departing  souls, 
When  our  final  doom  is  near, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary !  hear. 

4  Thou  hast  bowed  the  dying  head, 
Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed, 
Thou  hast  filled  a  mortal  bier; 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary !  hear. 

When  the  heart  is  sad  within 
With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin, 
When  the  spirit  shrinks  with  fear, 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary  !  hear. 

6  Thou  the  shame,  the  grief,  hast  known, 
Though  the  sins  were  not  thine  own; 
Thou  hast  deigned  their  load  to  bear ; 
Jesus,  Son  of  Mary  I  hear. 
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LORD'S    SUPPER. 


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^JOO  ^el,.  5:12.  V.  ill, 

1  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs 
With  angels  round  the  throne ; 

Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they  cry, 
"To  be  exalted  thus  !" 

"Worthy  the  Lamb  !"  our  lips  reply, 
"For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  power  divine; 

And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine  ! 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 
And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 
To  bless  the  sacred  name 

Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb ! 

OiiQ         "Tlie  Saviour  died  for  me."  C.  M. 

1  Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  view  thy  cross, 
Who  all  our  griefs  hast  borne  ; 
To  look  on  thee,  whom  we  have  pierced — 
To  look  on  thee,  and  mourn. 


2  While  thus  we  mourn,  we  would  rejoice, 
And,  as  thy  cross  we  see, 
Let  each  exclaim  in  faith  and  hope — 
"The  Saviour  died  for  me  !" 


"Tltis  do  in  remembrance  of  Me" 
Luhe'J2:  19. 


CM. 


290 

1  According  to  thy  gracious  word, 

In  meek  humility, 

This  will  I  do,  my  dj-ing  Lord ! 

1  will  remember  thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 
My  bread  from  heaven  shall  be ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

3  Gethsemane  can  I  forget  ? 
Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 
Thine  agony  and  bloodj"  sweat — 
And  not  remember  thee? 

4  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  my  eyes, 
And  rest  on  Calvary, 

0  Lamb  of  God !  my  Sacrifice, 

1  must  remember  thee  ! 

5  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains, 
And  all  thy  love  to  me — 

Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains 
Will  I  remember  thee ! 

6  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 
And  mind  and  memory  flee, 

When  thou  shalt  in  thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me ! 

l  Cor.  10:16.  CM. 


291 

1  Jesus,  at  whose  supreme  command, 
We  now  approach  to  God, 
Before  us  in  Thy  vesture  stand, 
Thy  vesture  dipped  in  blood. 

106 


LORD'S    SUPPER. 


EVAN.   C.  M. 


2  Obedient  to  Thy  gracious  word, 
We  break  the  hallowed  bread, 
Commemorate  our  dying  Lord, 
And  trust  on  Thee  to  feed. 

3  The  cup  of  blessing,  blest  by  Thee, 
Let  it  Thy  blood  impart: 

The  bread  Thy  mystic  body  be, 
And  cheer  each  languid  heart. 

4  Now,  Saviour,  now  Tlryself  reveal, 
And  make  Thy  nature  known ; 
Affix  Thy  blessed  Spirit's  seal, 

And  stamp  us  for  Thine  own. 


292 


Faith,  hope  and  love. 


CM, 


1  The  blest  memorials  of  thy  grief, 
The  suff' rings  of  thy  death, 

We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
But  would  receive  with  faith. 

2  The  tokens  sent  us  to  relieve 
Our  spirits  when  they  droop, 

We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
But  would  receive  with  hope. 

3  The  pledges  thou  wast  pleas' d  to  leave, 
Our  mournful  minds  to  move, 

We  come,  dear  Saviour,  to  receive, 
But  would  receive  with  love. 


4  Here  in  obedience  to  thy  word, 
We  take  the  bread  and  wine, 
The  utmost  we  can  do,  dear  Lord, 
For  all  beyond  is  thine. 


5  Increase  our  faith,  and  hope,  and  love ; 
Lord,  give  us  all  that's  good; 
We  would  thy  full  salvation  prove, 
And  share  thy  flesh  and  blood. 

293     Redemption  by  price  and  power.     C  J51. 

1  Jesus,  with  all  thy  saints  above, 
My  tongue  would  bear  her  part ; 
Would  sound  aloud  thy  saving  love, 
And  sing  thy  bleeding  heart. 

2  Bless'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  dearest  Lord, 
Who  bought  me  with  his  blood, 

And  quench' d  his  Father's  flaming  sword, 
In  his  own  vital  flood. 

3  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never-ceasing  praise, 

While  angels  live  to  know  his  name, 
Or  saints  to  feel  his  grace. 

294:         {After  (lie  Lord's  Supper.)  CM, 

1  With  humble  faith,  and  thankful  heart, 
Lord,  I  accept  Thy  love : 

'Tis  a  rich  banquet  I  have  had, 
What  will  it  be  above ! 

2  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven, 
Join  all  your  praising  powers  ; 

No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 


3  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord, 
I'd  give  them  all  to  Thee ; 
Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  join  the  harmony. 

107 


BURIAL. 


MEAB.    C.  M. 


f-jy-vpr    "Our  dwelling-place  in  nil  genera-   ft    -m- 
AiyO  tions.— Psalm  90.  ^.  ill. 

1  0  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  jrears  to  come, 

Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home ! 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 

And  our  defense  is  sure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  tliou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same.    . 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  flesh  to  dust : 
"Return,  ye  sons  of  men;" 
All  nations  rose  from  earth  at  first, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 
Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly.  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

6  0  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 


c\r\r*  "  Havinq  a  desire  to  depart,  and  to   f\    -jur 

296  " uvmchrltiP  t«M* 

1  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms? 
'T  is  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 


2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 
Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 

There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
There  hopes  unfading  bloom. 

3  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blessed, 
And  softened  every  bed ; 

Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

4  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 
And  showed  our  feet  the  way  . 

Up  to  the  Lord  our  souls  shall  fly, 
At  the  great  rising  day. 


Man  is  of  few  days  and  full  o/      /i    w 
trouble.  *-"  iU< 


297 

1  Few  are  thj-  days,  and  full  of  wo, 
0  man,  of  woman  born  ! 
Thy  doom  is  written,  "Dust  thou  art, 
"To  dust  thou  shalt  return." 

2  Behold  the  emblem  of  thy  state, 
In  flow'rs  that  bloom  and  die, 
Or  in  the  shadow's  fleeting  form 
That  mocks  the  gazer's  eye. 

3  Determin'd  are  the  days  that  fly 
Successive  o'er  thy  head  ; 
The  number'd  hour  is  on  the  wing 
That  lays  thee  with  the  dead. 

4  Great  God!  afflict  not  in  thy  wrath 
The  short  allotted  span, 
That  bounds  the  few  and  weary  days 
Of  pilgrimage  to  man. 

108 


BURIAL. 


DUNDEE.    C.  M. 


29c5  "And  entered  into  rest."  C  M. 

1  Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow, 
When  God  recalls  his  own, 

And  bids  them  leave  a  world  of  woe 
For  an  immortal  crown  ? 

2  Is  not  ev'n  death  a  gain  to  those 
Whose  life  to  God  is  given  ? 
Gladly  to  earth  their  eyes  they  close, 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 

3  Their  toils  are  past,  their  work  is  done, 
And  they  are  fully  blest : 

They  fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won, 
And  entered  into  rest. 

4  Then  let  our  sorrows  cease  to  flow ; 
God  has  recalled  his  own : 

And  let  our  hearts,  in  every  woe, 
Still  say — "Thy  will  be  done  1" 


299 


Blessed  are  the  dead  that  die 
in  the  Lord. 


CM. 


1  Hear  what  the  voice  from  heav'  n  proclaims 
For  all  the  pious  dead ; 

Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus  and  are  bless'd; 
How  kind  their  slumbers  are ! 

From  sufF rings  and  from  sin  releas'd, 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife. 
They're  present  with  the  Lord; 

The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 


300  "Befell  aslesp."  C  M. 

1  Behold  the  western  evening  light ! 
It  melts  in  evening  gloom : 

So  calmly  Christians  sink  away, 
Descending  to  the  tomb. 

2  The  winds  breathe  low,  the  withering  leaf 
Scarce  whispers  from  the  tree : 

So  gently  flows  the  parting  breath, 
When  good  men  cease  to  be. 

3  How  beautiful  on  all  the  hills 
The  crimson  fight  is  shed ! 

'Tis  like  the  peace  the  Christian  gives 
To  mourners  round  his  bed. 

4  How  mildly  on  the  wandering  cloud 
The  sunset  beam  is  cast ! 

'Tis  like  the  memory  left  behind, 
When  loved  ones  breathe  their  last. 

5  And  now  above  the  dews  of  night 
The  rising  star  appears : 

So  faith  springs  in  the  heart  of  those 
Whose  eyes  are  bathed  in  tears. 

6  But  soon  the  morning's  happier  light 
Its  glory  shall  restore, 

And  eyelids  that  are  sealed  in  death 
Shall  wake  to  close  no  more. 


Doxology. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


CM. 


109 


BURIAL. 


OLMUTZ.     S.  M. 


nn  -I     "ie<  me  die  the  death  of  the  right'   o    "Mr 
o<J_L  «ow."— Jfitm.  23;  10.  i3*  m-' 

1  0  for  the  death  of  those 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord ! 

Oh,  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward ! 

2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground 
In  silent  hope  may  lie, 

Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar, 
On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Saviour  thejr  adore,} 
And  reign  with  him  above. 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 
Through  long,  succeeding  years, 
Embalmed  with  all  our  hearts  can  give, 
Our  praises  and  our  tears. 

5  0  for  the  death  of  those 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord ! 

Oh,  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward ! 

OHO    "This  mortal  shall  put  on  immor-   c    TIT 
OU^i  tality."  »•  Ml 

1  And  must  this  body  die  ? 

This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 

And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 

Lie  moldering  in  the  clay  ? 


2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives 

And  ever  from  the  skies 

Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 

Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 


3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace 
Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 
To  Jesus'  dying  love ; 

We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

5  Dear  Lord  !  accept  the  praise 
Of  these  our  humble  songs, 

Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 


303 


"Whoso  heliereth  in  Me  shall 
never  die." 


S.  M. 


1  It  is  not  death  to  die — 
To  leave  this  weary  road, 

And,  'mid  the  brotherhood  on  high, 
To  be  at  home  with  God. 

2  It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears, 
And  wake,  in  glorious  repose 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

3  It  is  not  death  to  bear 
The  wrench  that  sets  us  free 

From  dungeon  chain — to  breathe  the  air 
Of  boundless  liberty. 


4  It  is  not  death  to  fling 

Aside  this  sinful  dust, 

And  rise,  on  strong  exulting  wing, 

To  live  among  the  just. 

110 


BURIAL. 


DENNIS.    S.  M. 


5  Jesus,  thou  Prince  of  life ! 
Thy  chosen  cannot  die  ; 
Like  thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 
To  reign  with  thee  on  high. 

t-%r\A     "As  a  father  pitieth  his  children."   q    w 
0<J-±  pSalm  103.  °«  Jtt* 

1  The  pity  of  the  Lord 

To  those  that  fear  his  name, 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 
Scattered  with  every  breath ; 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 
Or  like  the  morning  flower; 

If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

4  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure  ; 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 

305     "Wait  thou  His  time."—Ps.  30.     S.  M. 

1  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears ; 
Hope  on,  be  not  dismayed  : 

God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy  tears 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves  and  clouds  and  storms. 
He  gently  clears  thy  way ; 

Wait  thou  his  time  :  the  darkest  night 
Shall  end  in  brightest  day. 


3  Far,  far  above  thy  thought 
His  counsel  shall  appear, 

When  fully  he  the  work  hath  wrought, 
That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 

4  What  though  thou  rulest  not ! 
Yet  heaven  and  earth  and  hell 
Proclaim — God  sitteth  on  the  throne 
And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

c-\/-\/-j     " The  Rock  that  is  liiqher  than  I,"    ct    tot 
305  psalm  61.  *>.M.. 

1  When,  overwhelmed  with  grief, 
My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helpless  3nd  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  Oh,  lead  me  to  the  Rock 
That's  high  above  my  head  ! 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  nry  shade. 

3  Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 
Forever  I'll  abide  : 

Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defense, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givest  me  the  lot 

Of  those  that  fear  thy  name  ; 
If  endless  life  be  their  reward, 
I  shall  possess  the  same. 


Doxology. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 
Through  all  eternity. 


S.M. 


HI 


BURIAL. 
MIDDLETON.    8s&7s.  D. 


307 


'Mni  Mere  aftaW  be  no  more 
death." 


8s&7s. 


1  Cease,  ye  mourners ;  cease  to  languish 
O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 
Pain  and  death  and  night  and  anguish 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying 
Lonely  through  night's  deepening  shade. 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  the  happy  Christian's  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 
From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never,  never  die.     * 

4  Now,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 
O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love ; 
Far  removed  from  pain  and  anguish, 
They  are  chanting  hymns  above. 

Qp.Q     "Abide  with  ns ;  for  it  in  toward  o    fr7„ 
OUO  evening."—  Lnke2i:  29.        0»*.«»» 

1  Tarry  with  me,  0  my  Saviour ! 
For  the  day  is  passing  by ; 
See!  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 
And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 

2  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows, 
Paler  now  the  glowing  west, 
Swift  the  night  of  death  advances; 
Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest? 


4  Tarry  with  me,  0  my  Saviour ! 
Lay  my  head  upon  thy  breast 
Till  the  morning;  then  awake  me- 
Morning  of  eternal  rest ! 


3  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 
Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  thee  ; 
Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness; 
While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 


309 


The  saints  in  glory. 


8s&7s. 


1  Hark !  the  sound  of  holy  voices 
Chanting  at  the  crystal  sea, 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
Hallelujah !  Lord,  to  Thee. 

2  Multitudes  which  none  can  number, 
Like  the  stars  in  glory  stand, 
Clothed  in  white  apparel,  holding 
Victor-palms  in  every  hand. 

3  They  have  come  from  tribulation, 
And  have  washed  their  robes  in  blood, 
Washed  them  in  the  blood  of  Jesus ; 
Tried  they  were,  and  firm  they  stood. 

4  Gladly,  Lord,  with  Thee  they  suffered, 
Gladly,  Lord,  with  Thee  they  died ; 
And,  by  death,  to  life  immortal 

They  were  born,  and  glorified. 

5  Now  they  reign  in  heavenly  glory 
Now  they  walk  in  golden  light, 
Now  they  drink,  as  from  a  river, 
Holy  bliss  and  infinite. 


6  Love  and  peace  they  taste  forever, 
And  all  truth  and  knowledge  see 
In  the  beatific  vision 
Of  the  Blessed  Trinity. 

112 


BURIAL. 

MOUNT  VEKlSrOM".    8s  &  7s. 


310 

1  Gently 


Ps.  18 :  35. 


8s  &  7s, 


Lord,  oil,  gently  lead  us 
Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears ; 
Through  the  changes  thou'st  decreed  us, 
Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 

2  When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 
When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us  ; 
Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

3  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 
In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 
Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 

4  And,  when  mortal  life  is  ended, 
Bid  us  on  thy  bosom  rest ; 

Till,  by  angel-bands  attended, 
We  awake  among  the  blest. 


4  Oh,  abide,  abide  with  Jesus, 
Who  himself  forever  lives, 
Who  from  death  eternal  frees  us, 
And  who  life  eternal  gives  ! 


311 


James  4 :  14. 


8s  &  7s, 


1  Every  thing  we  love  and  cherish 
Hastens  onward  to  the  grave ; 
Earthly  joys  and  pleasures  perish, 
Time  can  nothing,  nothing  save. 

2  All  is  fading,  all  is  fleeing; 
Earthly  flames  must  cease  to  glow, 
Earthly  beings  cease  from  being, 
Earthly  blossoms  cease  to  blow. 

3  Yet  unchanged,  while  all  decayeth, 
Jesus  lives,  the  first,  the  last, 

Lean  on  me  alone,  he  sayeth ; 
Hope  and  love  and  firmly  trust. 


312 


'Weep  not :  she  is  not  dead, 
but  sleepeth." 


8s  &  7  s. 


1  Sister,  (or  brother)  thou  rat  mild  and  lovely, 
Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze, 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening, 

When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 

2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber —  ' 
Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low : 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number  ; 
Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 

3  Dearest  sister !  (or  brother)  thou  hast  left  us ; 
Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 

But  't  is  God  that  hath  bereft  us, 
He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 
When  the  day  of  life  is  fled ; 

Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed  ! 

Doxology.  8s  &  7  So 

Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation; 
Praise  the  Spirit  from  above  ; 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, 
Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live; 
Undivided  adoration 
To  the  one  Jehovah  give ! 


113 


BURIAL. 


BEST.    L.  M. 


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-rrr 


1  27«?ss.  4 :  14. 


L.M. 


313 

1  Asleep  in  Jesus !  blessed  sleep 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep  ! 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes ! 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus !  oh,  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  has  lost  his  venomed  sting ! 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus!  peaceful  rest 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ! 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  far  from  thee 
Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be: 
But  there  is  still  a  blessed  sleep 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 


L.M, 


<-,-.    a      "Blessed — who  die  in  the  Lord. 
0-L"±  Itev.  14:  13. 

1  ITow  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies! 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 

How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes  ! 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er; 
So  gently  Bhuts  the  eye  of  day; 
So  dies  a  wave  alone  the  shore. 


3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys ; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 
Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell; 
How  bright  th'  unchanging  morn  appears! 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

5  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies, 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies!" 

A  funeral  psalm. 
3l0       Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal.       L.M. 

1  Through  every  age,  eternal  God  ! 
Thou  art  our  rest,  our  safe  abode  ; 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heav'n  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footstool  laid. 

2  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity ; 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  was  just, 
"Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust." 

3  A  thousand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account; 
Like  yesterday's  departed  light, 

Or  the  last  watch  of  ending  night. 

4  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away;  our  life's  a  dream; 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flow'r, 
Cut  clown  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. 


114 


BURIAL. 
ORIEL.    It.  M.,  or  8s  &  4s. 


5  Teach  us,  0  Lord,  how  frail  is  man, 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span  ; 
Till  faith,  and  love,  and  piety 
Fit  us  to  die  and  dwell  with  thee. 

316     "So  He  giveth  His  beloved  sleep."    Li,  M. 

1  Why  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ! 
What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 

And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  strife 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away 
We  still  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

3  Oh,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed ! 

4  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there ! 


317 


A  funeral  psalm. 
Mortality  and  Hope. 


L.M, 


1  Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  state, 
How  frail  our  life,  how  short  the  date  ! 
Where  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  disease,  secure  from  death  ? 

2  Lord,  while  we  see  whole  nations  die. 
Our  flesh  and  sense  repine  and  cry, 
"Must  death  forever  rage  and  reign? 
"Or  hast  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  ? 


3  "Where  is  thy  promise  to  the  just  ? 
"Are  not  thy  servants  turn'd  to  dust  ?" 
But  faith  forbids  these  mournful  sighs, 
And  sees  the  sleeping  dust  arise. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  saints  away, 
And  clears  the  honor  of  thy  word  ; 
Awake,  our  souls,  and  bless  the  Lord. 

OJ-C5  " It  is  even  a  vapor ."  L.  Ji. 

1  How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies ! 
How  transient  every  earthly  bliss  ! 
How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties, 
That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this ! 

2  The  evening  cloud,  the  morning  dew, 
The  withering  grass,  the  fading  flower, 
Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true — 
The  glory  of  a  passing  hour ! 

3  But  though  earth's  fairest  blossoms  die, 
And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 
There  is  a  land,  whose  confines  lie 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 

4  Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 
Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears : 
If  God  be  ours,  we're  traveling  home, 
Though  passing  through  a  vale  of  tears. 

Doxology.  O.  M« 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honoi',  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven ! 


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olc)  "Earth  to  earth,  ashes  to  ashes,  dnst  to  dust." 

1  The  things  of  the  earth,  in  the  earth  let  us  lay, 
The  ashes  with  ashes,  the  dust  with  the  clay  : 
But  lift  up  the  heart,  and  the  eye,  and  the  love, 

0  lift  up  the  soul  to  the  regions  above ! 

2  Since  He,  the  Immortal,  hath  entered  the  gate, 
So  too  shall  Ave  mortals,  or  sooner  or  late  : 

Then  stand  we  on  Christ ;  let  us  mark  Him  ascend, 
For  His  is  the  glory  and  life  without  end. 

3  On  earth  with  His  own  ones,  the  Giver  of  good, 
Bestowing  His  blessing,  a  little  while  stood  : 
Now  nothing  can  part  us,  nor  distance,  nor  foes, 
For  lo !  He  is  with  us,  and  who  can  oppose  ? 

4  So,  Lord,  we  commit  this  our  brother  to  Thee, 
Whose  body  is  dead,  but  whose  spirit  is  free : 

"We  know  that  thro'  grace,  when  our  life  here  is  done, 
We  live  still  in  Thee,  and  forever  in  one. 

5  All  glory  to  Thee,  Father,  Spirit,  and  Son, 
Who  Three  art  in  Person,  in  essence  but  One, 
In  whom  we  have  victory  over  the  grave, 
Who  lovest  Thy  people  to  pardon  and  save. 

o30  Longing  for  Heaven. 

1  I  am  weary  of  straying ;  oh  fain  would  I  rest 
In  the  far  distant  land  of  the  pure  and  the  blest, 
Where  sin  can  no  longer  her  blandishments  spread, 
And  tears  and  temptations  forever  have  fled. 

2  I  am  weary  of  loving  what  passes  away;    " 
The  sweetest,  the  dearest,  alas,  may  not  stay ; 

1  long  for  that  land  where  these  partings  are  o'er, 
And  death  and  the  tomb  can  divide  hearts  no  more. 

3  I  am  weary,  my  Saviour,  of  grieving  Thy  love ; 
Oh,  when  shall  I  rest  in  TI13-  presence  above  ? 

I  am  weary — but  oh,  let  me  never  repine, 

While  Thy  word,  and  Thy  love,  and  Thy  promise  arc  mine. 

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QOI  Some. 

1  'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints, 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints, 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home, 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 

Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,'  for  glory,  my  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace! 
And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot  cease ! 
Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 

I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory  at  home. 

3  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  oh  give  me  thy  grace, 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face ; 
Endue  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
And  find,  even  now,  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

322  Jo67:  1G- 

1  I  would  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to  stay 

.     Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by  sin, 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within  : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway  ;  no,  welcome  the  tomb ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  Him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God  ? 
Awaj-  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 

Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  : 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet, 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 

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lis. 


THANKSGIVING,    AND 
KUREMBUKG.    7s. 


323        "Sing  vnto  Him  a  new  song." 

1  Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song ; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong; 
Saints  and  angels !  join  to  sing 
Praises  to  the  heavenly  King. 

2  Blessings  from  his  liberal  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land : 
Kept  by  him,  no  foes  annoy; 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

3  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
May  we  cheerfully  obey  ; 
Never  feel  oppression's  rod, 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 

4  Hark !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings  ; 

Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 

324r  Ps-  106. 

1  Let  us,  with  a  gladsome  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind : 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  Let  us  sound  his  name  abroad, 
For  of  gods  he  is  the  God  : 

For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

3  He,  with  all-commanding  might, 
Filled  the  new-made  world  with  light 


VS. 


For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

4  All  things  living  he  doth  feed  ; 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

5  He  his  chosen  race  did  bless 
In  the  wasteful  wilderness  : 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  taithful,  ever  sure. 

6  He  hath,  with  a  piteous  eye, 
Looked  upon  our  misery  : 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

7  Let  us  then  with  gladsome  mind, 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind : 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

OOP^.    "Lord,  thou  heist  heen  favorable  unto 
O/oO  thi/  land.'" 

1  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days ! 
Bounteous  source  of  ever}-  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ ! 


2  For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 
For  the  stores  the  gardens  yield, 
For  the  joy  which  harvests  bring, 
Grateful  praise.;  now  we  sing. 

118 


7s. 


7s. 


HARVEST. 


DALLAS.    7s. 


3  Clouds  that  drop  refreshing  dews ; 
Suns  that  genial  heat  diffuse; 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain  ; 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain  ; 

4  All  that  Spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land; 

All  that  liberal  Autumn  pours 
From  her  overflowing  stores; 

5  These,  great  God,  to  thee  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow; 
And,  for  these,  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows,  and  solemn  praise. 


326 


7s. 


1  Praise,  oh  praise  our  God  and  King, 
Hymns  of  adoration  sing; 

For  His  mercies  still  endure 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  Praise  Him  that  He  made  the  sun 
Day  by  day  his  course  to  run ; 

And  the  silver  moon  by  night, 
Shining  with  her  gentle  light. 

3  Praise  Him  that  He  gave  the  rain 
To  mature  the  swelling  grain; 
And  hath  bid  the  fruitful  field 
Crops  of  precious  increase  yield. 

4  Praise  Him  for  our  harvest-store, — 
He  hath  filled  the  garner-floor, — 
And  for  richer  food  than  this, 
Pledge  of  everlasting  bliss. 


3Q7  Psalm  145.  7S. 

1  Summer  ended,  harvest  o'er, 
Lord !  to  thee  our  song  Ave  pour, 
For  the  valley's  golden  yield, 
For  the  fruits  of  tree  and  field. 

2  For  the  promise  ever  sure 

That  while  heaven  and  earth  endure 
Seed-time,  harvest,  cold  and  heat 
Shall  their  yearly  round  complete. 

3  For  the  care  which,  while  we  slept, 
Watch  o'er  field  and  furrow  kept, 
Watch  o'er  all  the  buried  grain, 
Soon  to  burst  to  life  again. 

4  When  the  reaping  angels  bring 
Tares  and  wheat  before  the  King, 
Jesus !  may  we  gathered  be 

In  the  heavenly  barn  to  thee. 

5  Then  the  angel-cry  shall  sound, 
Praise  the  Lamb ;  the  lost  are  found ; 
And  the  answering  song  shall  be, 
Alleluia,  praise  to  thee — 

6  Praise  to  thee,  the  toil  is  o'er  ; 
Blight  and  curse  shall  be  no  more ; 
Lo*!  the  mighty  work  is  done  : 
Glory  to  the  three  in  one. 


Doxology. 

Glory  to  our  bounteous  King ! 
Glory  let  Creation  sing ! 
Glory  to  the  Father,  Son, 
And  blest  Spirit,  Three  in  One! 


7s. 


119 


THANKSGIVING,    AND 


KOCKINGHAM.    L.  M. 

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1  Let  Sion  praise  the  mighty  God, 
And  make  his  honors  known  abroad, 
For  sweet  the  joy  our  songs  to  raise, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praise. 

2  Our  children  live  secure  and  blest; 
Our  shores  have  peace,  our  cities  rest; 
He  feeds  our  sons  with  finest  wheat, 
And  adds  his  blessings  to  their  meat. 

3  Through  all  our  coasts  his  laws  are  show 
His  gospel  through  the  nation  known  ; 
He  hath  not  thus  revealed  his  word 
To  every  land;  praise  ye  the  Lord. 

329  Thanksgiving.  L.  M. 

1  Salvation  doth  to  God  belong, 

His  power  and  grace  shall  be  our  song: 
From  him  alone  all  mercies  flow, 
His  arm  alone  subdues  the  foe. 

2  Then  praise  this  God,  who  bows  his  eai 
Propitious  to  his  people's  prayer; 

And  though  deliverance  lie  may  stay, 
Yet  answers  still  in  his  own  day. 

3  Oh,  may  this  goodness  lead  our  land, 
Still  saved  by  thine  almighty  hand, 
The  tribute  of  its  love  to  bring 

To  thee,  our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

4  Till  every  public  temple  raise 
A  song  of  triumph  to  thjr  praise, 


.'And  every  peaceful  private  home 
To  thee  a  temple  shall  become. 

5  Still  be  it  our  supreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thy  glorious  sight, 
Still  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear 
Till  life's  last  hour  to  persevere. 


330 


Thanksgiving. 


L.M. 


1  Eternal  Source  of  every  joy, 

Well  may  Thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 

While  in  Thy  temple  we  appear 

To  hail  Thee,  Sovereign  of  the  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole ; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  Thee  to  rise, 

And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spring,  at  Thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine 

To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coasts  redundant  stores; 
And  winters,  softened  by  Thy  care, 

No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise; 

\iul  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 


120 


FAST    DAYS. 


GRATITUDE.    L.  M. 


'^^=ii=i^s^ppii 


6  Here  in  Thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  sabbaths  bless  our  eyes ; 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

331  Fast  Day.  L.  M. 

1  When  in  our  hour  of  utmost  need 
We  know  not  where  to  look  for  aid, 
When  days  and  nights  of  anxious  thought 
Nor  help  nor  counsel  yet  have  brought, 

2  Then  this  our  comfort  is  alone, 
That  we  may  meet  before  thy  throne, 
And  cry,  0  faithful  God  !  to  thee 
For  rescue  from  our  misery ; 

3  To  thee  may  raise  our  hearts  and  eyes, 
Repenting  sore  with  bitter  sighs, 

And  seek  thy  pardon  for  our  sin, 
And  respite  from  our  griefs  within. 

4  For  thou  hast  promised,  graciously 
To  hear  all  those  who  cry  to  thee 
Through  him  whose  name  alone  is  great, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  advocate. 

5  And  thus  we  come,  0  God  !  to-day, 
And  all  our  woes  before  thee  lay, 
For  tried,  afflicted,  lo !  we  stand, 
Peril  and  foes  on  every  hand. 

6  Ah  !  hide  not  for  our  sins  thy  face  ; 
Absolve  us  through  thy  boundless  grace  ; 
Be  with  us  in  our  anguish  still, 

Free  us  at  last  from  everv  ill. 


7  That  so  with  all  our  hearts  may  we 
Once  more  with  joy  give  thanks  to  thee, 
And  walk  obedient  to  thy  word, 
And  now  and  ever  praise  the  Lord. 


332 


"Oh,  spare  our  guilty  country, 
spare." 


L.  M. 


1  On  thee,  0  Lord  our  God,  we  call, 
Before  thy  throne  devoutly  fall ; 
Ob,  whither  sbould  the  helpless  fly  ? 
To  whom  but  thee  direct  their  cry  ? 

2  Lord,  we  repent,  we  weep,  we  mourn, 
To  our  forsaken  God  we  turn  ; 

Oh,  spare  our  guilty  country,  spare 
The  church  thine  hand  hath  planted  here! 

3  We  plead  thy  grace,  indulgent  God ! 
We  plead  thy  Son's  atoning  blood ; 
We  plead  thy  gracious  promises  ; 
A.nd  are  they  unavailing  pleas  ? 

4  These  pleas,  presented  at  thy  throne, 
Save  brought  ten  thousand  blessings  (Iowa 
On  guilty  lands  in  helpless  woe: 

Let  them  prevail  to  save  us,  too. 


Doxology. 


L.M. 


To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven ! 


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AMEEICA.    6s  &  4s. 


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333    "The  God  of  harvest  praise."    6s  &  4:8. 

1  The  God  of  harvest  praise ; 
In  loud  thanksgiving  raise 
Hand,  heart,  and  voice  !   < 
The  valleys  laugh  and  sing; 
Forests  and  mountains  ring; 
The  plains  their  tribute  bring ; 
The  streams  rejoice. 

2  Yea,  bless  his  holy  name, 
And  joyous  thanks  proclaim 
Through  all  the  earth ; 

To  glory  in  3*our  lot 
Is  comely  ;  but  be  not 
God's  benefits  forgot 
Amid  your  mirth. 

3  The  God  of  harvest  praise ; 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices  raise, 
With  sweet  accord; 

From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  in  your  harvest  song 
Bless  ye  the  Lord. 


334r      The  Voice  of  National  Joy. 

1  My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing : 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrim's  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 
Let  freedom  ring ! 

2  My  native  country,  thee — 
Land  of  the  noble  free — 


Gs  &  4s, 


Thy  name  I  love  : 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills, 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 
Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 
Sweet  freedom's  song ! 

Let  mortal  tongues  awake ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake  ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break — 
The  sound  prolong ! 

4  Our  fathers'  God !  to  thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing ; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  thy  might, 
Great  God,  our  King  ! 

335  "God  save  the  State!"        Gs  &  4s. 

1  God  bless  our  native  land  ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 
Through  storm  and  night ; 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  winds  and  wave, 
Do  thou  our  country  save 
By  thy  great  might. 

2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God,  above  the  skies  ; 

On  him  we  wait: 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  e3"e, 
To  thee  aloud  we  cry, 
God  save  the  State  ! 


122 


COMFORT    IN    AFFLICTIONS. 
NEW    HAVEN.    6s&4s. 


336      "0  God  !  be  Tlwu  my  stay." 

1  Father,  oh,  hear  me  now ! 
Father,  oh,  hear  me  now! 
Father  divine ! 
Thou,  onlv  thou,  canst  see 
The  heart  s  deep  agony ; 
Help  me  to  say  to  thee 
"Thy  will,  not  mine!" 

2  0  God!  be  thou  my  stay, 

0  God !  be  thou  my  stay, 
In  this  dark  hour ; 
Kindly  each  sorrow  hear, 
Hush  every  troubled  fear, 
Then  let  me  still  revere, 
Still  own  thy  power. 

3  In  thee  alone  I  trust, 
In  thee  alone  I  trust, 
Thou  Holy  One ! 
Humbly  to  thee  I  pray 
That  through  each  troubled  day 
Of  life,  I  still  may  say, 
"  Thy  will  be  done !" 

337  P..  37:  25. 

1  Now  I  have  found  a  Friend 
Whose  love  shall  never  end  ; 
Jesus  is  mine. 

Though  earthly  joj~s  decrease, 
Though  human  friendships  cease, 
Now  I  have  lasting*  peace  ; 
Jesus  is  mine. 

2  Though  I  grow  poor  and  old, 
He  will  my  faith  uphold ; 
Jesus  is  mine. 


6s  &  4s.  He  shall  my  wants  supply ; 
His  precious  blood  is  nigh, 
Naught  can  my  hope  destroy ; 
Jesus  is  mine. 

3  When  earth  shall  pass  away, 
In  the  great  judgment  day, 
Jesus  is  mine. 
Oh,  what  a  glorious  thing 
Then  to  behold  my  King, 
On  tuneful  harps  to  sing, 
Jesus  is  mine. 

'  What  have  I  done  for  Tliee?"   gg  $  £g# 
Acts  9 :  6. 

1  0  thou  be:-t  gift  of  heaven ! 
Thou  who  thyself  hast  given, — 
For  thou  hast  died  ! 
This  thou  hast  done  for  me : 
What  have  I  done  for  thee, 
iThou  crucified  ? 

2  I  long  to  serve  thee  more; 
6s  &  4s.  Reveal  an  open  door, 

Saviour,  to  me : 
Then,  counting  all  but  loss, 
I'll  glory  in  thy  cross, 
And  follow  thee. 

3  Do  thou  but  point  the  way, 
And  give  me  strength  t'  obey ; 
Thy  will  be  mine: 
Then  can  I  think  it  joy 
To  suffer  or  to  die, 
Since  I  am  thine. 

123 


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HEBRON.    I.,  li. 


=fl=J=i 


qoQ  '  Behold,  I  stand  at  the  door,  and  t    isr  [4  Dear  Saviour !  let  thy  powerful  love 

OOb*  knock.'1— Rev.  3:  20.  lj'  1,x'\n      a  £■  -n.  i 

t  t>  u  1 1      ot  Ixi  Confirm  our  faith,  our  fears  remove : 

1  Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door:  Qh   gweetl    ^.  h 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knocked  before;  L^      ide->ug   Q  eternal  / 

Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still :  & 


You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Oh,  lovely  attitude  !  he  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  open  hands  : 
Qh,  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes  ! 

3  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine ; 
Turn  out  thy  soul-enslaving  sin, 

And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in, 

4  Oh,  welcome  him,  the  Prince  of  Peace! 
Now  may  his  gentle  reign  increase  ! 
Throw  wide  the  door,  each  willing  mind  ; 
And  be  his  empire  all  mankind. 


34:1     ATo  Hope  in  the  Grave— Ps.  SS.      L.  M. 

1  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah  !  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day ! 
How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound  ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  he's  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 

And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 


O  A  r\  "Fear  not ;  I  have  redeemed  thee. 
a-dzKJ  Matt.  11 :  28. 


1  Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed 
Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest ; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt.— a  painful  load,- 
Oh,  come  and  bow  before  your  God  ! 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love, 

Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 


L.  M.  4  Now  God  invites — how  blest  the  day  ! 
How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 


342 


L.  M. 


"God  calling  yet.,, 

1  God  calling  yet ! — shall  I  not  hear  ? 
Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear? 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly, 
And  still  my  soul  in  'slumbers  lie  ? 

2  God  calling  yet ! — shall  I  not  rise  ? 


3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows. 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes  ;Can  I  his  loving  voice  despise, 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace —      And  basely  his  kind  care  repay  ? 
How  rich  the  gift !  how  free  the  grace  !,He  calls  me  still  :  can  I  delay  ? 

124 


CONVICTION    OF    SIN. 


WELTOF. 


-tHn» i—i — ' 


_,2_^_f9_r^2. 


3  God  calling  yet ! — and  shall  he  knock, 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock  ? 

He  still  is  waiting  to  receive, 
And  shall  I  dare  his  Spirit  grieve  ? 

4  God  calling  yet ! — and  shall  I  give 
No  heed,  but  stdl  in  bondage  live  'I 

I  wait,  but  he  does  not  forsake ; 

He  calls  me  still ! — my  heart,  awake ! 

5  God  calling  yet ! — I  cannot  stay  ; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay  : 

Vain  world,  farewell !  from  thee  I  part ; 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my  heart. 


343 


'Come,  ye  heav?/  laden" 
Matth.  11 :  28. 


L.M. 


1  "Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls ; 
Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come ! 

I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  "They  shall  find  rest  who  learn  of  me: 
I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 

But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight : 

My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 
"With  faith,  and  hope,   and  humble  zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mold  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 


o4fc4r    Longing  for  Freedom  from  Sin.     -L.  Jl. 

1  Jesus  demands  this  heart  of  mine, 
Demands  my  love,  my  joy,  my  care  ; 
But  ah  !  how  dead  to  things  divine, 
How  cold  my  best  affections  are  ! 

2  'T  is  sin,  alas !  with  dreadful  power, 
Divides  my  Saviour  from  my  sight ; 
Oh,  for  one  happy,  cloudless  hour 
Of  sacred  freedom,  sweet  delight ! 

3  Lord  !  let  thy  love  shine  forth  and  raise 
My  captive  powers  from  sin  and  death, 
And  fill  my  heart  and  life  with  praise, 
And  tune  my  last  expiring  breath. 


345 


"Hide  Thy  face  from  my  sins." 
Psalm  51. 


L.M. 


1  Have  mercy  on  me,  0  my  God ! 
In  loving  kindness  hear  my  prayer; 
Withdraw  the  terror  of  thy  rod  ; 
Lord,  in  thy  tender  mercy,  spare. 

2  Offenses  rise  where'er  I  look, 
But  I  confess  their  guilt  to  thee  ; 

Blot  my  transgressions  from  thy  book  ; 
Wash  me  from  all  iniquity. 

3  Not  streaming  blood  nor  cleansing  fire 
Tlry  seeming  anger  can  appease  ; 
Burnt  offerings  thou  dost  not  require, 
Or  gladly  I  would  render  these. 

4  The  broken  hearts  in  sacrifice, 
Alone,  with  thine  acceptance  meet : 
My  heart,  0  God,  do  not  despise, 
Abased  and  contrite  at  thy  feet. 


125 


INVITATIONS,    AND 


LITANY.    7s.  D. 


3-46  Ezelc.  33 


1  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why; 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  Himself  to  live; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  His  own  hands  ; 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  His  love,  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die? 
God,  your  Saviour,  asks  you  why ; 
God  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  Himself  that  ye  might  live  : 
Will  you  let  Him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 

Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  you  slight  His  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why ; 
He,  who  .all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  His  love : 
Will  you  not  His  grace  receive  ? 
Will  you  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Why,  ye  long-sought  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  grieve  your  God,  and  die  ? 


347 


Tiie  Voice  of  Jeans. 
Malt.  11 :  28—30. 


7s. 


1  Come,  says  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 
Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice; 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home ; 
Weary  wanderer,  hither  come  ' 

126 


2  Thou  who,  homeless  and  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn, 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  wanderer,  hither  haste. 

3  Ye  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain ; 
Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn  : — 

4  Hither  come  !  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound ; 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 


t-j  a  rj     " Now  is  the  day  of  sah-ation." 
OiO  James' 4  :  13. 

1  Haste,  0  sinner !  now  be  wise ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  : 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Haste,  and  mercy  now  implore; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

3  Haste,  0  sinner!  now  return; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 


7s. 


4  Lord!  do  thou  the  sinner  turn — 
Turn  him  from  his  fearful  state ; 
Let  him  not  thy  counsel  spurn. 
Nor  lament  his  choice  too  late ! 


PENITENCE. 


MAETYN.    7s.  Double. 


34:9  v  Matt.  14:  30. 

1  Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul, 
Make  the  broken  spirit  whole : 
Humbled  in  the  dust  I  lie  ; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

2  Jesus,  full  of  every  grace, 
Now  reveal  Thy  smiling  face ; 
Grant  the  jojr  of  sin  forgiven, 
Foretaste  of  the  bliss  of  heaven. 

3  All  my  guilt  to  Thee  is  known  ; 
Thou  art  righteous,  Thou  alone ; 
All  my  help  is  from  Thy  cross, 
All  beside  I  count  but  loss. 

4  Lord,  in  Thee  I  now  believe; 
Wilt  Thou,  wilt  Thou  not  forgive  ? 
Helpless  at  Thy  feet  I  lie ; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die ! 

350      Mercy  for  the  Cliief  of  Sinners. 

1  Depth  of  mercy!  —  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 

Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

2  I  have  scorned  the  Son  of  God, 
Trampled  on  his  precious  blood, 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls, 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Lord,  incline  me  to  repent ; 
Let  me  now  my  fall  lament — 
Deeply  my  revolt  deplore, 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 


7s.  4  Still  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 

Shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  lands: 
God  is  love !  I  know,  I  feel; 
Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 

o51  Confession.  i  S. 

1  Oh  these  eyes,  how  dark  and  blind  I 
Oh  this  foolish,  earthly  mind ! 
Oh  this  froward,  selfish  will, 
Which  refuses  to  be  still ! 

2  Oh  these  ever  roaming  eyes, 
Upward  that  refuse  to  rise  ! 
Oh  these  wayward  feet  of  mine, 
Found  in  every  path  but  thine ! 

3  Oh  this  stubborn,  prayerless  knee, 
Hands  so  seldom  clasped  to  thee, 
Longings  of  the  soul  that  go, 
Like  the  wild  wind  to  and  fro  ! 

7s. 

4  To  and  fro,  without  an  aim, 
Turning  idly  whence  they  came  ; 
Bringing  in  no  joy,  no  bliss, 
Adding  to  my  weariness. 

5  Giver  of  the  heavenly  peace, 
Bid,  oh,  bid  these  tumults  cease ; 
Minister  thy  holy  balm, 
Fill  me  with  thy  Spirit's  calm. 

6  Thou,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Leave  me  not  in  sin  to  stay ; 
Bearer  of  the  sinner's  guilt, 
Lead  me,  lead  me,  as  thou  wilt ! 

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WOODSTOCK 


OPCO        Tlte  invitation  of  the  Gospel,        rt    ivr 
OD*3  ita.  55:'  1,  2.  Xjm  JL' 

1  Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice  ; 

The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho!  all  ye  hungry  starving  souls 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 

And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 

To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  Wisdom  has  prepar'd 
A  soul-reviving  feast, 

And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  I  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 
And  pine  away  and  die  ; 

Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 
In  a  rich  ocean  join ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

f>  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 
Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

353  The  Resolve.— Est.  4:  16.  CM. 

1  Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  ; 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 


2  "I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
High  as  the  mountains  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

"Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess  ; 
I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  "I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 
Whose  scepter  pardon  gives  ; 
Perhaps  he  may  command  my  touch, 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 
Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 

And  perish  only  there. 

6  "I  can  but  perish  if  I  go ; 
I  am  resolved  to  try  ; 

For  if  I  stay  away  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die." 


354: 


CM. 


1  Return,  0  wanderer,  now  return, 
And  seek  thy  Father's  face  ! 

Those  new  desires,  which  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

2  Return,  0  wanderer,  now  return  ! 
He  hears  thy  humble  sigh ; 

He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 


128 


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FOUNTAIN.    C  M. 


3  Return,  0  wanderer,  now  return ! 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live: 

Go  to  his  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  he'll  forgive. 

4  Return,  0  wanderer,  now  return, 
And  wipe  the  falling  tear ! 

Thy  Father  calls  —  no  longer  mourn : 
His  love  invites  thee  near. 


355 


"He  will  abundantly  pardon. 
Isaiah  55 :  7,  8. 


C.  M, 


1  Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard ; 
His  mercy  speaks  to-day : 

He  calls  you,  by  his  sovereign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 
Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 

In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  eternal  woe ! 

3  But  he  that  turns  to  God  shall  live, 
Through  his  abounding  grace  ; 

His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 


2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 
To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 

Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 
To  expiate  my  guilt ; 

No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed, 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

4  Think  of  thy  sorrows,  dearest  Lord ! 
And  all  my  sins  forgive  : 

Justice  will  well  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 


4  His  love  exceeds  your  highest 
He  pardons  like  a  God : 
He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults 
Through  a  Redeemer's  blood. 


356 


"Against  Thee,  Thee  only,  have 
I  sinned." 


C.  M, 


1  Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 
A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upward  to  thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 
9 


357 


"God  be  merciful  to  me  a 
sinner." 


C.  M. 


1  Lord,  like  the  publican  I  stand, 
And  lift  my  heart  to  Thee ; 

Thy  pardoning  grace,  0  God,  command  ; 
Be  merciful  to  me. 

2  I  smite  upon  my  anxious  breast, 
O'erwhelmed  with  agony ! 

0  save  my  soul  by  sin  oppressed ; 
Be  merciful  to  me. 

3  My  guilt,  my  shame,  I  all  confess, 

1  have  no  hope  nor  plea 

But  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness  ; 
Be  merciful  to  me. 


4  Here  at  Thy  cross  I  still  would  wait, 
Nor  from  its  shelter  flee, 
Till  Thou,  0  God,  in  mercy  great, 
Art  merciful  to  me. 
129 


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KENTUCKY.    S.  M. 


\-„^ »— C ) p^ Ifl 


358       "WTieresftaKrerf  be  found?"       S.   M, 

1  0,  where  shall  rest  be  found — 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 

'T  were  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh : 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 
There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
Oh,  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun ; 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 


359 


'The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say,      c     -no- 
Come."    Rev.  22:  17.  °*  ltt' 


1  The  Spirit  in  our  hearts, 
Is  whisp'ring,  "Sinner,  come;" 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ, 
To  all  his  children,  "Come  I" 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  saj 
To  all  about  him,  "Come;" 

Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  Fountain,  come ! 


3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 
Oh,  let  him  freely  come, 

And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life; 
'T  is  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 
Declares,  "I  quickly  come  ;" 
Lord,  even  so  ;  we  wait  thine  hour  ; 

0  blest  Redeemer,  come  I 

360  2  Cor.  5:  21.  S.  M. 

1  How  heavy  is  the  night 
That  bangs  upon  our  eyes, 

Till  Christ  with  his  reviving  light 
Over  our  souls  arise  ! 

2  Our  guilty  spirits  dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  of  Heaven  ; 
But  in  His  righteousness  arrayed, 
We  see  our  sins  forgiven. 

3  The  powers  of  hell  agree 
To  hold  our  souls,  in  vain  ; 

He  sets  the  sons  of  bondage  free, 
And  breaks  the  cursed  chain. 

4  Lord,  we  adore  Thy  ways 
That  bring  us  near  to  God  ; 

Thy  sovereign  power,  Th}-  healing  grace, 
And  Thine  atoning  blood. 


Rest  in  God.— Gen  8 :  9. 


361 

1  Oh,  cease,  my  wandering  soul, 
On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 
All  this  wide  world,  to  either  pole, 
Hath  not  for  thee  a  home. 


S.M, 


130 


CONVERSION. 


THATCHER.    S.  M. 


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2  Behold  the  ark  of  God! 
Behold  the  open  door! 

Oh,  haste  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

3  There  safe  thou  shalt  abide, 
There  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest, 
And  every  longing  satisfied, 
With  full  salvation  blest. 

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1  Thou  Lord  of  all  above, 
And  all  below  the  sky, 
Prostrate  before  thy  feet  I  fall 
And  for  thy  mercy  cry. 

2  Forgive  my  follies  past, 
The  crimes  which  1  have  done; 
Bid  a  repenting  sinner  live, 
Through  thine  incarnate  Son. 

3  Guilt,  like  a  heavy  load, 
Upon  my  conscience  lies ; 

To  thee  I  make  my  sorrows  known, 
And  lift  my  weeping  eyes. 

4  The  burden  which  I  feel, 
Thou  only  canst  remove  ; 

Do  thou  display  thy  pard  ning  grace, 
And  thine  unbounded  love. 

5  One  gracious  look  of  thine 
Will  ease  my  troubled  breast ; 
Oh,  let  me  know  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  I  shall  then  be  blest ! 


363  Ezek.  11:19.  S.  M, 

1  Jesus,  I  come  to  Thee, 
A  sinner  doomed  to  die ; 

My  only  refuge  is  Thy  cross, 
Here  at  Thy  feet  I  lie. 

2  Can  mercy  reach  my  case, 
And  all  my  sins  remove  ? 

Break,   0  my  God,  this  heart  of  stone, 
And  melt  it  by  Thy  love. 

3  Too  long  my  soul  has  gone 
Far  from  my  God  astray ; 

I've  sported  on  the  brink  of  hell, 
In  sin's  delusive  way. 

4  But,  Lord,  my  heart  is  fixed, 
I  hope  in  Thee  alone  ; 

Break  off  the  chains  of  sin  and  death, 
And  bind  me  to  Thy  throne. 

5  Thy  blood  can  cleanse  my  heart, 
Thy  hand  can  wipe  my  tears  ; 

Oh  send  Thy  blessed  Spirit  down 
To  banish  all  my  fears. 

6  Then  shall  my  soul  arise, 
From  sin  and  Satan  free ; 
Redeemed  from  hell  and  every  foe, 
I'll  trust  alone  in  Thee. 


Doxology. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 
Through  all  eternity  ! 


S.M. 


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364:      "Jus*  as  lam."— John  1 :  29.      L.  M 

1  Just  as  I  am,  -without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spot 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  I  I  come ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come !  I  come ! 

4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come ! 

5  Just  as  I  am — thou  wilt  receive, 
Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve, 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come !  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Hath  broken  every  barrier  down  : 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  1  I  come  ! 

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1  With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh, 
A  trembling  sinner,  Lord,  I  cry ; 

Thy  pardoning  grace  is  rich  and  free : 
0  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 


2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 
With  deep  and  conscious  guilt  oppressed ; 
Christ  and  his  cross  my  only  plea: 

0  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

3  Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  eyes, 
Nor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies  ; 
But  thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see  : 
0  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

4  Nor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone ; 

To  Calvary  alone  I  flee: 
0  God,  be  merciful  to  me  I 

5  And  when  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 

God  has  been  merciful  to  me  ! 


366 


"Blot  out  my  transgressions.1'        t     •■»• 
Psalm  51.  Li'  ™K 

1  0  thou  that  hear'st  when  sinners  cry, 
Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  me  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  soul  averse  to  sin  ; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  presence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Cast  out  and  banished  from  thy  sight; 
Thy  holy  joys,  my  God,  restore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 


132 


CONVERSION. 


HALLBT.    Ij.  M. 


Geo.  Kingsley. 


4  Though  I  have  grieved  thy  Spirit,  ImI'QQQ     "Restore  unto  me  thejoyofThy     j^  jj^ 

His  help  and  comfort  still  afford; 
And  let  a  sinner  seek  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 


0<~""y  "Show pity,  Lord!  0  Lord,       x     -jir 

00  /  forgive:'     Psalm  51.  Jj»  aLt 

1  Show  pity,  Lord !  0  Lord,  forgive ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live ; 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  ne'er  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace : 
Great  God !  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 


3  Oh,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ! 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace ; 
Lord,  should  thy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord  ! 
"Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


salvation."     Psalm  51. 

1  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring; 
The  God  of  grace  will  ne  er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 

2  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just; 
Look  down,  0  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 

3  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways : 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pard'ning  God. 


"Cast  me  not  away  from.  Thy 


L.M. 


369 

1  0  turn,  great  Ruler  of  the  skies  ! 
Turn  from  my  sin  thy  searching  eyes ; 
Nor  let  th'  offences  of  my  hand 
Within  thy  book  recorded  stand. 

2  Give  me  a  will  to  thine  subdued, — 
A  conscience  pure,  a  soul  renewed ; 
Nor  let  me,  wrapt  in  endless  gloom, 
An  outcast  from  thy  presence  roam. 

3  Oh,  let  thy  Spirit  to  my  heart 
Once  more  its  quickening  aid  impart; 
Mjr  mind  from  every  fear  release, 
And  soothe  my  troubled  thoughts  to  peace. 

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To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praise  and  glory  given 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 
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370    *  "I  heard  the  voice  of  Jestis." 

1  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
"Come  unto  me  and  rest; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 
Thy  head  upon  my  breast :" 

2  I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 
Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad  ; 
I  found  in  him  a  resting-place, 
And  he  has  made  me  glad. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
"Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water !  thirst}'  one, 
Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live." 

4  I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 
Of  that  life-giving  stream  : 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived, 
And  now  I  live  in  him. 

5  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
"I  am  this  dark  world's  light : 
Look  unto  me  ;  thy  morn  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 

6  I  looked  to  Jesus  and  I  found 
In  him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 
And  in  that  light  of  life  I'll  walk 
Till  all  my  journey's  done. 


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C.  M.  2  The  world  and  Satan  I  forsake — 
To  thee,  I  all  resign ; 
My  longing  heart,  0  Jesus!  take, 
And  fill  with  love  divine. 


3  Oh !  may  I  never  turn  aside, 
Nor  from  thy  bosom  flee  ; 
Let  nothing  here  my  heart  divide 
I  give  it  all  to  thee. 


Pvov.  23 :  26. 


CM. 


371 

1  Welcome,  0  Saviour !  to  my  heart ; 
Possess  thine  humble  throne; 
Bid  every  rival  hence  depart, 
And  claim  me  for  thine  own. 


372 


'Lord,   remember  me. 
Lute  23:  -12. 


C  M. 


1  0  thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  Cows, 

1  lift  my  soul  to  thee ; 

In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 

0  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

2  When  on  my  aching,  burdened  heart 
My  sins  lie  heavily, 

Thy  pardon  grant,  new  peace  impart ; 
Then,  Lord,  remember  me ! 

3  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way, 
And  ills  I  cannot  flee, 

Oh,  let  my  strength  be  as  my  day — 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me ! 

4  When  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death 

1  wait  thy  just  decree ; 

Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath  : 
Now,  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

5  And  when  before  thy  throne  I  stand, 
And  lift  my  soul  to  thee, 

Then  with  the  saints  at  thy  right  hand, 
0  Lord,  remember  me ! 


134 


CONVERSION. 


BHINE.    C.  M. 


373  Matt.  11:28.  CM. 

1  Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy-seat 
Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  His  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 
With  this  I  venture  nigh  ; 

Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  Thee, 
And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 
By  Satan  sorely  prest, 

By  war  without,  and  fear  within, 
I  come  to  Thee  for  rest. 

4  Be  Thou  my  Shield  and  Hiding-place, 
That,  sheltered  near  Thy  side, 

I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face, 
And  tell  him,  Thou  hast  died. 

5  Oh  wondrous  love,  to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 

That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  Thy  gracious  Name  ! 


Ps.  51 :  10. 


CM. 


374, 

1  0,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God! 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free; 

A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood, 
So  freely  shed  for  me  ; 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 
My  great  Redeemer's  throne, 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 


3  An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 
Believing,  true  and  clean  ; 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within  ! 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 
And  filled  with  love  divine  ; 
Perfect  and  right  and  pure  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord  !  of  thine. 

rytypi    "There  is  forgiveness  with  Thee."     ri    -m- 
«J  '  O  Psalm  130.  ^*  m* 

1  Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress, 
The  borders  of  despair, 

1  sent  my  cries  to  seek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God  !  should  thy  severer  eye, 
And  thine  impartial  hand, 

Be  strict  to  mark  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flesh  could  stand. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 
For  crimes  of  high  degree  ; 

Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  I  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord; 
With  strong  desires  I  wait : 

My  soul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate. 

5  In  God  the  Lord  let  Israel  trust  ; 
0  sinners,  seek  his  face  ; 

The  Lord  is  good,  as  well  as  just, 
And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 


135 


FAITH    IN    CHRIST. 
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376     "ItocJc  of  Ages."—1  Cor.  10  :  4.  7  s. 

1  Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me ! 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood 
From  thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure ; 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfill  thy  law's  demands ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  dress, 
Helpless,  look  to  thee  for  grace, 
Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  fly ; 
"Wash  me,  Saviour  I  or  I  "die. 

4  Whilst  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  through  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment  throne, 
Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me ! 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


377  Matt  26 :  20. 

1  Saviour  of  our  ruined  race, 
Fountain  of  redeeming  grace, 
Let  us  now  Thy  fulness  see, 
While  we  here  converse  with  Thee; 
Hearken  to  our  ardent  prayer, 
Let  us  all  Thy  blessing  share. 


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2  Weak,  unworthy,  sinful,  vile, 
Yet  we  seek  Thy  heavenly  smile ; 
Canst  Thou  all  our  sins  forgive  ? 
Dost  Thou  bid  us  look  and  live  ? 
Lord,  we  wonder  and  adore  ! 
Oh  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more. 

378  Phil.  3 :  8. 

1  Blessed  Saviour,  Thee  I  love, 
All  my  other  joys  above  ; 

All  my  hopes  in  Thee  abide, 
Thou  my  Hope,  and  nought  beside; 
Ever  let  my  glory  be, 
Only,  only,  only  Thee. 

2  Once  again  beside  the  cross, 
All  my  gain  I  count  but  loss ; 
Earthly  pleasures  fade  away  ; 
Clouds  they  are  that  hide  my  day ; 
Hence,  vain  shadows !  let  me  see 
Jesus,  crucified  for  me. 

3  From  beneath  that  thorny  crown 
Trickle  drops  of  cleansing  down  ; 
Pardon  from  thy  pierced  hand 
Now  I  take,  while  here  I  stand ; 
Only  then  I  live  to  Thee, 

When  Thy  wounded  side  I  see. 

4  Blessed  Saviour,  Thine  am  I, 
Thine  to  live,  and  Thine  to  die  ; 
Height  or  depth,  or  earthly  power, 
Ne'er  shall  hide  my  Saviour  more: 
Ever  shall  my  glory  be, 

Only,  only,  only  Thee  ! 


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136 


PASSION-WEEK     AND    LORD'S    DAY. 


SABBATH.    7s.    6  lines. 


379  Our  Example.  <S. 

1  Go  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  the  tempter's  power; 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 
Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour : 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall, 
View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned  : 
Oh  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 
Oh  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss ; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calv'ry's  mournful  mountain  climb ; 
There,  adoring  at  his  feet, 

Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 
God's  own  sacrifice  complete  : 
"It  is  finished,"  hear  him  cry; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb 
Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay  : 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom;  — 

Who  hath  taken  him  away  ? 
Christ  is  ris'n !  he  meets  our  eyes : 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 


380  The  Lord's  Day.  7s. 

1  Safely  through  another  week 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way  ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 
Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day: 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  pray  for  pard'ning  grace, 
Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconciling  face ; 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  : 
Prom  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

3  Here  we  come,  thy  name  to  praise ; 
Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near ; 

May  thy  glories  meet  our  eyes, 
While  we  in  thy  house  appear : 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints; 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound ; 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints  : 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 
Till  we  rest  in  thee  above. 


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381  Prayer  for  strong  Faith.  CM. 

1  0  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 
Though  pressed  hy  every  foe  ; 
That  will  not  tramble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe ! — 

2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 
Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 

But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 
A V ill  lean  upon  its  God; — 

3  A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 
When  tempests  rage  without  ; 

That,  when  in  danger,  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  feels  no  doubt; — 

4  A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 
Till  life's  last  hour  is  lied, 

And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Lights  up  a  dying  bed  ! 

5  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 
And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 

We'll  taste,  ev'n  here,  the  hallowed  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 

383  Faith  of  things  unseen.  C  M. 

1  Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence 
Of  things  beyond  our  sight; 

Breaks  through  the  clouds  of  flesh  and  sense, 
And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light. 

2  It  sets  time  past  in  present  view, 
Brings  distant  prospects  home 

Of  tilings  a  thousand  years  ago, 
Or  thousand  years  to  come. 


3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 
By  God's  almighty  word; 

Abr'am  to  unknown  countries  led, 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord. 

4  He  sought  a  city  fair  and  high, 
Built  by  th  eternal  hands; 

And  faith  assures  us.  though  we  die, 
That  heav'nly  building  stands. 


383 


2  Cor.  5  :  7. 


CM. 


1  Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss, 
And  saves  me  from  its  snares, 

Its  aid  in  every  duty  brings, 
And  softens  all  my  cares. 

2  The  wounded  conscience  knows  its  power 
The  healing  balm  to  give  ; 

That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

3  Wide  it  unveils  celestial  worlds, 
Where  deathless  pleasures  reign, 
And  bids  me  seek  my  portion  there, 
Nor  bids  me  seek  in  vain  ; 

4  Shows  me  the  precious  promise,  sealed 
With  the  Redeemer's  blood, 

And  helps  my  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

5  There,  there  unshaken  would  I  rest 
Till  this  vile  body  dies. 

And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wings, 
At  once  to  glory  rise. 


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1  Sov'reign  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 
Allow  my  humble  claim; 
Nor,  while  a  worm  would  raise  its  head. 
Disdain  a  Father's  name. 

2  My  Father,  God !  how  sweet  the  sound! 
How  tender,  and  how  dear ! 
Not  all  the  harmony  of  heav'n 
Could  so  delight  the  ear. 

3  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  name 
On  my  expanding  heart, 
And  show  that  in  Jehovah's  grace 
I  share  a  filial  part. 

4  Cheer'd  by  a  signal  so  divine, 
Unwav'ring  I  believe ; 
And  Abba,  Father,  humbly  cry, 
Nor  can  the  sign  deceive. 

qqK     "Let  me  know  mil  Father  reigns." 
OC30  neb.  12:7. 

1  My  God,  my  Father,  blissful  name ! 
Oh,  may  I  call  thee  mine  ? 
May  I  with  sweet  assurance  claim 
A  portion  so  divine? 

2  Whate'er  thy  providence  denies 
I  calmly  would  resign  ; 
For  thou  art  good  and  just  and  wise : 
Oh,  bend  my  will  to  thine  ! 

3  Whate'er  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 
Oh,  give  me  strength  to  bear ! 
And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  his  tender  care. 


To  my  weak,  erring  sight ; 
Yet  let  my  soul  adoring  own 
That  all  thy  ways  are  right. 

386    One  with  Clirist.—Eom.  8:  38,  39.   C.  M. 

1  Lord  Jesus,  are  we  one  with  thee  ? 
0  height,  0  depth  of  love ! 
With  thee  we  died  upon  the  tree ; 
In  thee  we  live  above. 

2  Such  was  thy  grace,  that  for  our  sake 
Thou  didst  from  heaven  come  down, 
Our  mortal  flesh  and  blood  partake, 
In  all  our  misery  one. 

3  Our  sins,  our  guilt,  in  love  divine, 
Were  borne  on  earth  by  thee  ; 
The  gall,  the  curse,  the  wrath  were  thine 
To  set  thy  members  free. 

CM.  4  Ascended  now  in  glory  bright, 
Still  one  with  us  thou  art; 
Nor  life  nor  death  nor  depth  nor  height 
Thy  saints  and  thee  can  part. 
5  Soon,  soon  shall  come  that  glorious  day, 
When,  seated  on  thy  throne, 
Thou  shalt  to  wondering  worlds  display 
That  thou  with  us  art  one  ! 

Doxology.  C  M« 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  All-Divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

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1  Bjr  faith  in  Christ  I  walk  with  God, 
With  heaven,  mjr  journey's  end,  in  view; 
Supported  by  his  staff  and  rod, 
My  road  is  safe  and  pleasant  too. 

2  Though  snares  and  dangers  throng  my  path, 
And  earth  and  hell  my  course  withstand, 
I  triumph  over  all  by  faith, 
Guarded  by  his  Almighty  hand. 

3  The  wilderness  affords  no  food, 
But  God  for  my  support  prepares, 
Provides  me  every  needful  good, 
And  frees  my  soul  from  wants  and  cares. 

4  With  him  sweet  converse  I  maintain ; 
Great  as  he  is,  I  dare  be  free ; 
I  tell  him  all  my  grief  and  pain, 
And  he  reveals  his  love  to  me. 

5  Some  cordial  from  his  word  he  brings, 
Whene'er  my  feeble  spirit  faints; 
At  once  mjr  soul  revives  and  sings, 
And  yields  no  more  to  sad  complaints. 

6  I  pity  all  that  worldlings  talk 
Of  pleasures  that  will  quickly  end  ; 
Be  this  my  choice,  0  Lord !  to  walk 
With  thee,  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  my  Friend. 

388  IIeh- 11:  8-  L.  M. 
1  As  when  the  weary  traveler  gains 
The  height  of  some  o'erlooking  hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if  o'er  the  plains 
He  sees  his  home,  though  distant  still, — 


2  So  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views, 
By  faith,  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the  prize. 

3  "'Tis  there,"  he  saj-s,  "I  am  to  dwell 
With  Jesus  in  the  realms  of  day  : 
Then  shall  I  bid  my  cares  farewell, 
And  he  will  wipe  my  tears  away." 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 
Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne ; 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

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1  No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 
Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done; 

1  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 
What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  loss; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes;  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 
All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Oh,  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake! 

OflA         "The  faith  of  jo>/s  to  come.  x     TW 

CjyU  Heb.  11:  8.  **•  Sa-» 

1  'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 
We  walk  thro'  deserts  dark  as  night; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

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2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies ; 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 

And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 
While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray ; 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 


391 


'It  is  God  that  justifi-eth.r 
Rom.  8 :  33—37. 


L.M. 


1  Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn? 
'Tis  God  who  justifies  their  souls; 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  stream, 
O'er  all  their  sins  divinely  rolls. 

2  Who  shall  adjudge  the  saints  to  hell  ? 
'Tis  Christ  who  suffered  in  their  stead; 
And,  the  salvation  to  fulfill, 

Behold  him  rising  from  the  dead ! 

3  He  lives  !  he  lives !  and  sits  above, 
Forever  interceding  there  : 

Who  shall  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  what  should  tempt  us  to  despair  ? 

4  Shall  persecution,  or  distress, 
Famine,  or  sword,  or  nakedness  ? 

He  who  hath  loved  us  bears  us  through, 
And  makes  us  more  than  conquerors  too. 

5  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  do, 
Nor  powers  on  high,  nor  powers  below, 
Shall  cause  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Christ,  our  love. 


392 


Bom.  5 :  9. 


L.M. 


1  Jesus,  thy  Blood  and   Righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  ; 
'Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  Bold  shall  I  stand  in  thy  great  day, 
For  who  aught  to  my  charge  shall  lay  ? 
Fully  absolved  through  these  I  am, 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame. 

3  W hen  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies — 
E'en  then,  this  shall  be  all  my  plea : 
Jesus  hath  lived,  hath  died  for  me. 

4  Thus  Abraham,  the  friend  of  God, 
Thus  all  heaven's  armies  bought  with  blood, 
Saviour  of  Sinners,  thee  proclaim  ; 
Sinners,  of  whom  the  chief  I  am. 

5  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears. 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years; 
No  age  can  change  its  glorious  hue, 
The  robe  of  Christ  is  ever  new. 

6  Oh,  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice ! 
Bid,  Lord,  thy  mourning  ones  rejoice ! 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord  our  Righteousness. 

Doxology.  -L«  M» 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ! 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


141 


ADOPTION,    AND 


DOVER.    8.  M. 


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dVd  of  God."— 1  John  3  :  1,  2. 

1  Behold,  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  has  bestowed 

On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God  I 

2  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 
How  great  we  must  be  made! 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

3  A  hope  so  much  divine 
May  trials  well  endure  ; 

May  purify  our  souls  from  sin, 
As  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 

4  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  share  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 


S.  M.  ^  Grace  taught  my  wandering  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  daj~s ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

395         Weak  believers  encouraged,  O*  3k » 

1  Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take  ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  Christ  our  Lord, 
Bid  ev'ry  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 
We  are  not  far  from  home  ; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  ev'ry  moment  come. 


5  We  would  no  longer  lie 
Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne; 
Our  faith  shall  "Abba,  Father,"  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 


394t 


Eph.  2 :  8. 

1  Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
Harmonious  to  the  ear  ; 

Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 
To  save  rebellious  man  ; 

And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 


S.M. 


3  His  grace  shall  to  the  end 
Stronger  and  brighter  shine; 

Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  The  time  of  love  will  come, 
When  we  shall  clearly  see 

Not  only  that  he  shed  his  blood, 
But  each  shall  say,  "forme." 

5  Tarry  his  leisure,  then, 
Wait  the  appointed  hour  ; 

Wait  till  the  bridegroom  of  j-our  souls 
Reveals  his  love  with  pow'r. 

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HAYDN.    S.  M 

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395  Gal.  2:20.  S.  M. 

1  Jesus !  I  live  to  thee, 
The  loveliest  and  best ; 

My  life  in  thee,  thy  life  in  me, 
In  thy  blest  love  I  rest. 

2  Jesus !  I  die  to  thee 
Whenever  death  shall  come ; 
To  die  in  thee  is  life  to  me 
In  my  eternal  home. 

3  Whether  to  live  or  die, 
I  know  not  which  is  best; 
To  live  in  thee  is  bliss  to  me, 
To  die  is  endless  rest. 

4  Living  or  dying,  Lord! 
I  ask  but  to  be  thine ; 

My  life  in  thee,  thy  life  in  me, 
Makes  heaven  for  ever  mine. 

397       "I  in  them,  and  Thou  in  me."       ©•  M« 

1  Dear  Saviour !  we  are  thine, 
By  everlasting  bands ; 

Our  hearts,  our  souls,  we  would  resign 
Entirely  to  thy  hands. 

2  To  thee  we  still  would  cleave 
With  ever-growing  zeal  ; 

If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave, 
Oh,  let  them  ne'er  prevail! 

3  Thy  Spirit  shall  unite 
Our  souls  to  thee,  our  Head ; 
Shall  form  in  us  thine  image  bright, 
And  teach  thy  paths  to  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 
From  these  abodes  of  clay ; 


But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one, 
Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear  ? 
If  he  in  heaven  has  fixed  his  throne, 
He'll  bring  his  members  there. 


398 


S.M. 


Jesus  our  Living  Head. 

1  Our  heavenly  Father  calls, 
And  Christ  invites  us  near ; 

With  both,  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  our  griefs  ; 
He  pardons  every  day, — 
Almighty  to  protect  our  souls, 
And  wise  to  guide  our  way. 

3  How  large  his  bounties  are  ! 
What  various  stores  of  good, 
Diffused  from  our  Redeemer's  hand, 
And  purchased  with  his  blood ! 

4  Jesus,  our  living  Head  ! 
We  bless  thy  faithful  care, — 
Our  Advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  our  Forerunner  there. 

5  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart ; 
Here  wait,  my  warmest  love ; 
Till  the  communion  be  complete, 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 


Doxology. 


S.  M. 


The  Father  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit  we  adore ; 

We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee, 

Both  now  and  evermore ! 


143 


HOPE    AND    TRUST    IN    GOD, 
HEBTDON.    7s 


OOn  "By  grace  are  ye  saved, 

Oyy  through  faith." 

1  Joyful  be  the  hours  to-day  ; 
Joyful  let  the  season  be ; 
Let  us  sing,  for  well  we  may : 
Jesus  !  we  will  sing  of  thee. 

2  Should  thy  people  silent  be, 
Then  the  very  stones  would  sing: 
What  a  debt  we  owe  to  thee, 
Thee,  our  Saviour,  thee,  our  King ! 

3  Joyful  are  we  now  to  own, 
Rapture  thrills  us  as  we  trace 
All  the  deeds  thy  love  hath  done, 
All  the  riches  of  thy  grace. 

4  'T  is  thy  grace  alone  can  save  ; 
Every  blessing  comes  from  thee — 
All  we  have  and  hope  to  have, 
All  we  are  and  hope  to  be. 

5  Thine  the  Name  to  sinners  dear  ! 
Thine  the  Name  all  names  before ! 
Blessed  here  and  everywhere ; 
Blessed  now  and  evermore ! 


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Psalm  23. 


400 

1  To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 
Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  thy  charge ; 
And  my  couch,  with  tend' rest  care, 
'Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 


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3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 
By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread, 
With  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied — 
This  my  guard,  and  that  my  guide. 

4  Constant  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend; 
Thou  shalt  bid  thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 

•±01.    "Let  us  not  deep,  as  do  others."  7S. 

1  Sleep  not,  soldier  of  the  Cross ! 
Foes  are  lurking  all  around  ; 
Look  not  here  to  find  repose: 
This  is  but  thy  battle-ground. 

2  Up!  and  take  thy  shield  and  sword; 
Up  !  it  is  the  call  of  heaven: 
Shrink  not  faithless  from  thy  Lord  ; 
Nobly  strive  as  he  hath  striven. 

3  Break  through  all  the  force  of  ill  ; 
Tread  the  might  of  passion  down, — 
Struggling  onward,  onward  still, 

To  the  conqu'ring  Saviour's  crown! 

4  Through  the  midst  of  toil  and  pain, 
Let  this  thought  ne'er  leave  thy  breast: 
Every  triumph  thou  dost  gain 

Makes  more  sweet  thy  coming  rest. 

4:03  Onward  go.  7s. 

1  Oft  in  danger,  oft  in  woe, 
Onward,  Christian,  onward  £o! 
Fight  the  fight,  maintain  the  strife, 
Strengthened  with  the  bread  of  life. 


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CHRISTIAN   WARFARE    AND    PRAYER. 
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2  Onward,  Christian,  onward  go  ! 
Join  the  war  ana  face  the  foe : 
Will  you  flee  in  danger's  hour  ? 
Know  you  not  your  captain's  power  ? 

3  Let  your  drooping  heart  be  glad ; 
March,  in  heavenly  armor  clad; 
Fight !  nor  think  the  battle  long  ; 
Soon  shall  vict'ry  tune  your  song. 

4  Let  not  sorrow  dim  your  eye ; 
Soon  shall  every  tear  be  dry: 
Let  not  fears  your  course  impede ; 
Great  your  strength,  if  great  your  need. 

5  Onward,  then,  to  battle  move  ! 
More  than  conqu'ror  you  shall  prove  ; 
Though  opposed  by  many  a  foe, 
Christian  soldier,  onward  go ! 


4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 

There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

5  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here, 
Let  thy  love  my  spirit  cheer ; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Gimrd,  my  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 


4:04: 


403  Matt.  7:7. 

1  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 

He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray, 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring  ; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin ; 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 


7s. 


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Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 
0  !  do  not  our  suit  disdain ; 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain? 

2  In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee, — here  we  stay; 
Lord,  from  hence  we  could  not  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

3  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford; 

Let  thy  spirit  now  impart 
Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

4  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Those  who  are  cast  down  lift  up, 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

5  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

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"le  are  the  temple  of  the  liv-  o„   c.  n„ 
in<7  God."  8S  &  ?S' 


1  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 
Joy  of  heaven  to  earth  come  down ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown  : 
Jesus!  thou  art  all  compassion; 
Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art: 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation  ; 
Enter  every  longing  heart. 

2  Finish,  Lord,  thy  new  creation ; 
Pure  and  spotless  may  we  be  : 
Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation 
Perfectly  restored  in  thee  : 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 
Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place  : 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

406  The  Pilgrim's  Prayer.         8s  &  7  s, 

1  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel !  lead  us, 
Pilgrims  o'er  this  barren  sand  ; 
Thou  who  hast  from  bondage  freed  us, 
Guard  us  by  thine  outstretched  hand : 

Guide  thy  chosen 
Safely  to  the  promised  land. 

2  Feed  us  with  the  heavenly  manna ; 
Fainting,  may  we  feel  thy  might ; 
Go  before  us  as  our  banner, 

Cloud  by  day,  and  fire  by  night : 

Great  Redeemer, 
Shine  around  us ; — thou  art  light. 


3  When  we  come  to  death's  dark  river, 
Bid  the  swelling  stream  divide ; 
Thou  who  canst  our  life  deliver, 
Bear  us  through  the  sundered  tide : 

Praises,  praises 
Will  we  sing  on  Canaan's  side. 


407 


ISam.  7:  12. 


Ss  &  7  8. 


1  Come,  thou  fount  of  ev'ry  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fixed  upon  it — 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Eben-Ezer, 
Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 
Wand' ring  from  the  fold  of  God; 
He  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 
Interpos'd  with  precious  blood. 

3  Oh!  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 
Daily  I'm  constrain'd  to  be! 

Let  that  grace  now,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wand' ring  heart  to  thee  ; 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it — 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love — 
Here's  my  heart — 0  take  and  seal  it; 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 


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1  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God ; 
He  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken 
Choose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 


2  Lord,  thy  Church  is  still  thy  dwelling 
Still  is  precious  in  thy  sight ; 
Judah's  temple  far  excelling, 
Beaming  with  the  Gospel's  light. 


3  On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded, 
What  can  shake  her  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  wall  surrounded, 
She  can  smile  at  all  her  foes. 


4  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God ; 
He  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken 
Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 


409 


"Thy  kingdom  come. 
Matt.  6  :  10. 


8s&7s, 


1  O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 
Look,  my  soul!  be  still, — and  gaze; 
See  the  promises  advancing 
To  a  glorious  day  of  grace  : 

Blessed  jubilee ! 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 


Let  the  rude  barbarian  see 

That  divine  and  glorious  conquest, 

Once  obtained  on  Calvary : 

Let  the  Gospel 
Loud  resound,  from  pole  to  pole  ! 


3  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness- 
Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light; 
Now  from  eastern  coast  to  western 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

Let  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 


4  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ! 
Win  and  conquer, — never  cease ; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply  and  still  increase  : 

Sway  thy  scepter, 
Saviour !  all  the  world  around. 


Doxology. 


Ss  &  7s. 


Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love  : 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation ; 
Praise  the  Spirit  from  above  : 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, 
Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live  ; 
Undivided  adoration 
To  the  one  Jehovah  give ' 


147 


JOY,    HOPE    AND 


EETEEAT. 


A  t  r\      "While  I  live  will  I  praise  the       x     IT 
4t1<J  Lord.»    *  L>.  M. 

1  God  of  my  life !  through  all  my  days 
My  grateful  powers  shall  sound  thy  praise; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light, 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  care  would  break  ray  rest, 
And  grief  would  tear  my  throbbing  breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praises  raised  on  high, 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail, 
And  all  my  powers  of  language  fail, 
Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall  break, 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But,  oh !  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 

To  join  the  music  of  the  skies ! 

A  t -t  uWliat  sinners  value,  I resian."  x  *T 
4,11  Psalm  17.  **.&* 

1  What  sinners  value,  I  resign ; 
Lord,  't  is  enough  that  thou  art  mine : 

1  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  : 
When  shall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

3  Oh,  glorious  hour  !  oh,  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound ; 


Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise  ! 

a  -\  c\       Faith  exemplified  in  the  Life.        x     -\r 
4L1_*£  Tit.  2  :  10—13.  L"  aLt 

1  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 

So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God ; 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  env}',  lust  and  pride  ; 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, — 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

A  1  «-»        Trust  in  Christ  at  the  hour  of       x     TW 
4rl3  death.  L>  M* 

1  Jesus,  in  whom  but  thee  above 
Can  I  repose  my  trust,  my  love  ? 
And  shall  an  earthly  object  be 
Loved  in  comparison  with  thee? 

2  How  soon,  0  Lord,  will  life  decay! 
How  soon  this  world  will  pass  away! 
Ah  !  what  can  mortal  friends  avail, 
When  heart  and  strength  and  life  shall  fail ! 

3  Oh,  then,  be  thou,  my  Saviour,  nigh, 
And  I  will  triumph  while  I  die  ; 

My  strength,  my  portion,  is  divine, 
And  Jesus  is  forever  mine ! 


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HALLET.    Ii.  M, 


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^tl^t        Looking  to  God  in  Trouble.        L.  M. 

1  God  of  my  life !  to  thee  I  call; 
Afflicted,  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
When  high  the  water-floods  prevail, 
Leave  not  my  trembling  heart  to  fail. 

2  Friend  of  the  friendless  and  the  faint, 
Where  should  I  lodge  my  deep  complaint — 
Where  but  with  thee,  whose  open  door 
Invites  the  helpless  and  the  poor  ? 

3  Did  ever  mourner  plead  with  thee, 
And  thou  refuse  that  mourner's  plea? 
Doth  not  the  word  still  fixed  remain, 
That  none  shall  seek  thy  face  in  vain  ? 

4  Poor  though  I  am — despised,  forgot, 
Yet  God,  my  God,  forgets  me  not; 
And  he  is  safe,  and  must  succeed, 
For  whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  plead. 

a  -»  p?       "I  will  praise  thee  forever  be'       x     tit 
44: XO  cause  thou  hast  done  it."  ' 

1  Eedeem'd  from  guilt,  redeem'd  from  fears, 
My  soul  enlarged  and  dried  my  tears, 
What  can  I  do,  0  Love  divine, 
What,  to  repay  such  gifts  as  thine  ? 

2  What  can  I  do,  so  poor,  so  weak, 
But  from  Thy  hands  new  blessings  seek, 
A  heart  to  feel  Thy  mercies  more, 
A  soul  to  know  Thee,  and  adore  ? 

0  teach  me  at  Thy  feet  to  fall, 
And  yield  Thee  up  myself,  my  all ! 


Before  Thy  saints  my  debts  to  own, 
And  live  and  die  to  Thee  alone ! 

4  Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  at  large  impart, 
Expand  and  raise  and  fill  my  heart! 
So  may  I  hope  my  life  shall  be 
Some  faint  return,  0  Lord,  to  Thee. 

a  -%  /-»      "Search  me,  0  God,  and  Tcnow      t     -kf 
4tl6  my  heart."  L'  M* 

1  0  Thou,  to  whose  all-searching  sight, 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  Tliee ; 
Oh,  burst  these  bonds  and  set  it  free ! 

2  Wash  out  its  stains,  refine  its  dross, 
Nail  my  affections  to  the  cross : 
Hallow  each  thought,  let  all  within 
Be  clean,  as  Thou,  my  Lord,  art  clean. 

3  If  in  this  darksome  wild  I  stray 
Be  Thou  my  light,  be  Thou  my  Way ; 
No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 
No  fraud,  while  Thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

4  When  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
When  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  woe, 
Jesus,  Thy  timely  aid  impart, 
And  raise  my  head  and  cheer  my  heart. 

Doxology.  Xi.  JJ1. 

To  Father,  Son  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  earth  and  heaven  adore, 

Be  glory  as  it  was  of  old, 

Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

149 


JOY,    HOPE,    AND 


EVAN. 


4rl7   Walking  with  God.     Gen.  5:24.     CM. 


1  0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 
A  calm  and  heav'nly  frame, 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew, 
When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoy'd ! 
How  sweet  their  mem'ry  still ! 

But  now  I  find  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  0  holy  Dove !  return, 
Sweet  messenger  of  rest! 

I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 
Whate'er  that  idol  be, 

Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 

So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  ro 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


"  In  my  Father's  house  are  many 
mansions." 


CM. 


418 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 

1  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  mjr  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 
And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 


Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 
And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 

May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all, — 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 

And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

4:19        The  happiness  of  a  Christian.       C  M. 

1  0  happy  soul  that  lives  on  high ! 
While  men  lie  grov'ling  here, 

His  hopes  are  fix'd  above  the  sky, 
And  faith  forbids  his  fear. 

2  His  conscience  knows  no'secret  stings, 
While  grace  and  joy  combine 

To  form  a  life,  whose  holy  springs 
Are  hidden  and  divine. 

3  He  waits  in  secret  on  his  God, 
His  God  in  secret  sees ; 

Let  earth  be  all  in  arms  abroad, 
He  dwells  in  heav'nly  peace. 

4  His  pleasures  rise  from  things  unseen, 
Beyond  this  world  and  time, 

Where  neither  eyes  nor  ears  have  been, 
Nor  thoughts  of  mortals  climb. 

5  He  looks  to  heav'n's  eternal  hill, 
To  meet  that  glorious  day, 

When  Christ  his  promise  shall  fulfill, 
And  call  his  soul  away. 


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TRUST   IN    GOD. 


BEBNABD.    C.  M. 


-420 


CM. 


Besting  in  God. 

1  Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 
Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  honr 
With  better  hopes  be  filled !  A 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed: 
To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ; 

Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed  ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 
In  every  pain  I  bear, 

My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

4  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 
Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

5  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gathering  storm  shall  see  : 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

4:21  Living  to  God.  C  M, 

1  0  thou,  the  Lord  and  Life  of  those 
Who  rest  their  hope  in  Thee  ; 
Whose  love,  from  everlasting  woes, 
Hath  set  Thy  people  free ; 

2  Thine  agony  and  death  display 
The  curse  our  guilt  should  bear  ; 
Thy  resurrection  points  the  way 
To  bliss  that  we  may  share. 


3  To  thee,  0  Lord,  we  lift  our  heart, 
Thy  mercy  we  implore  ; 

Help  us  to  choose  the  better  part, 
And  go,  and  sin  no  more. 

4  Help  us  the  Saviour  to  confess, 
In  whom  our  life  to  see ; 

And  oh !  may  fruits  of  holiness 
Prove  that  we  live  to  Thee, 

4:22  "Walk  in  the  light."— 1  John  1 ;  7.  CM. 

1  Walk  in  the  light]!  so  shalt  thou  know 
That  fellowship  of  love 

His  Spirit  only  can  bestow, 
Who  reigns  in  light  above. 

2  Walk  in  the  light ;  and  thou  shalt  own 
Thy  darkness  passed  away, 

Because  that  light  on  thee  hath  shone 
In  which  is  perfect  day. 

3  Walk  in  the  light !  and  ev'n  the  tomb 
No  fearful  shade  shall  wear : 

Glory  shall  chase  away  its  gloom, 
For  Christ  hath  conquered  there ! 

4  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thine  shall  be 
A  path,  though  thorny,  bright ; 

For  God,  by  grace,  shall  dwell  in  thee, 
And  God  himself  is  light ! 

Doxology-  C«  JxL* 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God,  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


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JOY,    HOPE,    AND 
"WOODLAND.    C.  M. 


4: 2  3   "Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul."   C 

1  Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 
On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise — 

On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll, 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 

2  To  thee  I  tell  each  rising  grief, 
For  thou  alone  canst  heal; 

Thy  word  can  bring  a  sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I  feel. 

3  Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
And  shall  I  seek  in  vain  ? 

And  can  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Be  deaf  when  I  complain? 

4  No;  still  the  ear  of  sovereign  grace 
Attends  the  mourner's  prayer ; 

Oh,  may  I  ever  find  access 
To  breathe  my  sorrows  there ! 

5  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open  still ; 
Here  let  my  soul  retreat, 

With  humble  hope  attend  thy  will, 
And  wait  beneath  thy  feet. 

a  j-v  a    "Lord,  I  believe ;  help  Thou  mine  ri    -wr 
4:~Stfc  unbelief."—  Hark  9:  24.  V.  1U. 

1  Lord,  I  believe ;  thy  power  I  own, 
Thy  word  I  would  obey ; 

1  wander  comfortless  and  lone, 
When  from  thy  truth  I  stray. 

2  Lord,  I  believe ;  but  gloomy  fears 
Sometimes  bedim  my  sight ; 

I  look  to  thee  with  prayers  and  tears, 
And  cry  for  strength  and  light. 


3  Lord,  I  believe;  but  oft  I  know, 
My  faith  is  cold  and  weak ; 

My  weakness  strengthen,  and  bestow 
The  confidence  I  seek ! 

4  Yes !  I  believe ;  and  only  thou 
Canst  give  my  soul  relief; 

Lord !  to  thy  truth  my  spirit  bow ; 
"Help  thou  mine  unbelief!" 

4:20  "Secure  from  every  foe."  C  M» 

1  Grant  me  within  thy  courts  a  place, 
Among  thy  saints  a  seat, 

For  ever  to  behold  thy  face, 
And  worship  at  thy  feet ; 

2  In  thy  pavilion  to  abide 
When  storms  of  trouble  blow, 
And  in  thy  tabernacle  hide, 
Secure  from  every  foe. 

3  Then  leave  me  not  when  griets  assail 
And  earthly  comforts  flee  ; 

When  father,  mother,  kindred,  fail, 
My  God!  remember  me. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  with  courage  wait ; 
My  soul,  disdain  to  fear ; 

The  righteous  Judge  is  at  the  gate, 
And  thy  redemption  near. 

,1  <->/^     "Victor)/  through  our  Lord  Jesus    fi    -mr 
4fc<SO  Chiist."— 1  Cor.  15:  55.  Kj'  •"*• 

1  0  for  an  overcoming  faith 

To  cheer  my  dying  hours ! 

To  triumph  o'er  the  monster,  Death, 

And  all  his  frightful  powers. 


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TRUST   IN    GOD. 


2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have, 
My  quiv'ring  lips  should  sing,  i 
"Where  is  tiry  boasted  vict'ry,  Grave  ? 
And  where  the  monster's  sting  ?" 

3  If  sin  be  pardoned,  I'm  secure; 
Death  hath  no  sting  beside : 

The  law  gives  sin  its  damning  power, 
But  Christ,  my  ransom,  died. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 

Who  makes  us  conqu'rors  while  we  die, 
Through  Christ,  our  living  Head  ! 

4r27  1  Cor.  6  :  20.  C.  M, 

1  And  must  I  part  with  all  I  have, 
M.y  dearest  Lord,  for  thee  ? 

It  is  but  right,  since  thou  hast  done 
Much  more  than  this  for  me. 

2  Ten  thousand  worlds,  ten  thousand  lives, 
How  worthless  they  appear, 
Compared  with  thee,  supremely  good, 
Divinely  bright  and  fair ! 

3  Saviour  of  souls,  while  I  from  thee 
A  single  «mile  obtain, 

Though  destitute  of  all  things  else, 
I'll  glory  in  my  gain. 

4:28  "Trusting  all  in  God."  CM. 

1  Father  of  love,  our  Guide  and  Friend, 
Oh  lead  us  gently  on, 

Until  life's  trial  time  shall  end, 
And  heavenly  peace  be  won  ! 

2  We  know  not  what  the  path  may  be 
As  yet  by  us  untrod ; 


But  we  can  trust  our  all  to  Thee, 
Our  Father  and  our  God ! 


4,29 


'  Under  the  shadoiv  of  the  f<    -iw- 

Almighty.  "—Psalm  34.  ^»  M-* 

1  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 
In  trouble  and  in  joy, 

The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast, 
Till  all  who  are  distressed 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 

3  Oh,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
With  me  exalt  his  name  ! 
When  in  distress  to  him  I  called, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 

4  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 
The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Deliverance  he  affords  to  all 

Who  on  his  succor  trust. 

5  Oh,  make  but  trial  of  his  love : 
Experience  will  decide 

How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

6  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  ye  will  then 
Have  nothing  else  to  fear  ; 

Make  ye  his  service  yonv  delight, 
He'll  make  your  wants  his  care. 

Doxology.  (J.  ]Jft 

Let  God  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 


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".dm  J  a  soldier  of  the  Ocwa." 
2  Tim.  2  I  3. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 


2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight  if  I  would  reign; 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord ! 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 
Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eve. 


2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey  : 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all  animating  voice, 
That  ca'ls  thee  from  on  high  ; 

Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye, — 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 
Which  shall  new  luster  boast. 

When  victor's  wreaths  and  monarch's  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee, 
Have  I  my  race  begun  ; 
And,  crowned  with  vict'ry,  at  thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 


6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thine  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  vict  ry  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine. 


The  Cross  and  the  Croicn. 


-432 

1  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No :  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 


CM. 


4r31    The  Heavenly  Race.— Phil.  3 


How  happy  are  the  saints  above 
Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  : 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
14    CM.  -^Qd  joy  without  a  tear. 


1  Awake,  my  soul!  stretch  every  nerve,  3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 


And  press  with  vigor  on  : 

A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 

A  bright,  immortal  crown. 


Till  death  shall  set  me  free, 

And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear — 

For  there  s  a  crown  for  me ! 


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DEVIZES.    C.  M. 


JOO  "It  is  I;  be  not  afraid."  fi    w 

4irOO  Matt.  14:  27.  1;.  1U.. 

1  When  waves  of  trouble  round  me  swell, 
My  soul  is  not  dismayed ; 

1  hear  a  voice  I  know  full  well : 
'"Tis  I;  be  not  afraid." 

2  When  black  the  threatening  clouds  appear, 
And  storms  my  path  invade, 

That  voice  shall  calm  each  rising  fear  : 
"'Tis  I;  be  not  afraid." 

3  There  is  a  gulf  that  must  be  crossed  : 
Saviour !  be  near  to  aid ; 

Whisper,  when  my  frail  bark  is  tossed, 
'"Tis  I;  be  not  afraid." 

4  There  is  a  dark  and  fearful  vale, — 
Death  hides  within  its  shade ; 

Oh,  say,  when  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 
"  'Tis  I;  be  not  afraid !" 

4:o4t      "The  cross  before  the  crown."       C«  Jit 

1  0,  speed  thee,  Christian!  on  thy  way, 
And  to  thine  armor  cling ; 

With  girded  loins  the  call  obey 
Which  grace,  and  mercy  bring. 

2  There  is  a  battle  to  be  fought, 
An  upward  race  to  run, 

A  crown  of  glory  to  be  sought, 
A  vict'ry  to  be  won. 

3  Oh,  faint  not,  Christian !  for  thy  sighs 
Are  heard  before  the  throne ; 

The  race  must  come  before  the  prize, 
The  cross  before  the  crown. 


4-35 


"Through  flood  and  flames."        CM, 

1  We  seek  a  rest  beyond  the  skies, 
In  everlasting  day ; 

Through  flood  and  flames  the  passage  lies, 
But  Jesus  guards  the  way. 

2  The  swelling  flood,  the  raging  flame, 
Hear  and  obey  His  word ; 

Then  let  us  triumph  in  His  name, 
Our  Saviour  is  the  Lord. 


436 


"Haste  Tliee  to  help  me." 
Psalm  22. 


CM. 

1  0,  help  us,  Lord  ! — each  hour  of  need 
Thy  heavenly  succor  give  ; 

Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  Oh,  help  us  when  our  spirits  bleed, 
With  contrite  anguish  sore  ; 

And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
Oh,  help  us,  Lord,  the  more  ! 

3  Oh,  help  us,  through  the  power  of  faith, 
More  firmly -to  believe  ! 

For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

4  0,  help  us,  Jesus  !  from  on  high 
We  know  no  help  but  thee ; 

Oh,  help  us  so  to  live  and  die, 
As  thine  in  heaven  to  be  ! 

Doxology.  C«  Sit 

The  Father's  Name  we  loudly  raise, 
The  Son  we  all  adore, 
The  Holy  Ghost,  One  God,  we  praise, 
Both  now  and  evermore. 


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1  Stand  up,  my  soul!  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  Gospel  armor  on ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 
Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course ; 
But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes: 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on  ; 
Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  : 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glitt'ring  robes  for  conquerors  wait 

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4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


I 
Jjt  JI.  -A  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 
Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply  ; 
While  such  as  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 


5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road ! 

AQQ         "Lord  ;  save  us,  ice  perish  /"       Ij.  31, 

1  The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high; 
Clouds  overcast  my  wint'ry  sky  : 

Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call; 

My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  0  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform. 
And  guide  and  guard  me  through  tlie  storm, 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill : 
Control  the  waves  ;  say,  "Peace!  be  stilL" 


>Q    "!T7icv  shall  mount  up  icith  icings 
*©  as  eagles. — Isa.  40:  31. 


1  Awake,  our  souls !  away  our  fears  ! 
Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on  . 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint — 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 


3  Amid  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 
L.  JH..  \jy  soui  still  hangs  her  hope  on  thee; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 


4  Though  tempest-tossed  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek : 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 


440 


"Stand  therefore— taking  the  shield   -r    -wr 
of  faith."— Eph.  ii:  12.  MuMm 


1  Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes  ; 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host ; 
Awake,  my  soul,  or  thou  art  lost ! 

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LUTON.    L.  M. 

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2  Thou  tread' st  upon  enchanted  ground ; 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round; 
Beware  of  all ;  guard  every  part ; 

But  most,  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

3  Come  then,  my  soul !  now  learn  to  wield 
The  weight  of  thine  immortal  shield  ; 
Put  on  the  armor,  from  above, 

Of  heavenly  truth,  and  heavenly  love. 

4  The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 
And  powers  of  earth,  and  powers  of  hell ; 
The  Man  of  Calvary  triumphed  here : 
Why  should  his  faithful  followers  fear  ? 


44,2 


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"Go,  labor  on." 


L.  M. 


1  Go,  labor  on ;  your  hands  are  weak, 
Your  knees  are  faint,  your  soul  cast  down; 
Yet  falter  not ;  the  prize  you  seek 

Is  near, — a  kingdom  and  a  crown  ! 

2  Go,  labor  on,  while  it  is  day; 

The  world's  dark  night  is  hastening  on; 
Speed,  speed  thy  work, — cast  sloth  away  ! 
It  is  not  thus  that  souls  are  won. 

3  Men  die  in  darkness  at  your  side, 
Without  a  hope  to  cheer  the  tomb ; 
Take  up  the  torch  and  wave  it  wide — 
The  torch  that  lights  time's  thickest  gloom. 

4  Toil  on,— faint  not,— keep  watch  and  pray ! 
Be  wise  the  erring  soul  to  win ; 

Go  forth  into  the  world's  highway; 
Compel  the  wanderer  to  come  in. 


The  Christian  Race. 


L.M. 


1  Amidst  a  world  of  hopes  and  fears, 
A  world  of  cares,  and  toils,  and  tears, 
Where  foes  alarm,  and  tempests  beat, 
And  pleasures  kill,  and  glories  cheat : 

2  Send  down,  0  Lord  !  a  heaven!}'  ray, 
To  guide  me  in  the  doubtful  way ; 

And  o'er  me  hold  Thy  shield  of  power, 
To  guard  me  in  the  dang'rous  hour. 

3  Teach  me  the  flatt'ring  paths  to  shun, 
In  which  the  thoughtless  many  run, 
Who  for  a  shade  the  substance  miss, 
And  grasp  their  ruin  in  their  bliss. 

4  May  never  pleasure,  wealth,  or  pride, 
Allure  my  wand'ring  soul  aside  ; 

But  through  this  maze  of  mortal  ill, 
Safe  lead  me  to  Thy  heav'nly  hill. 

5  There  glories  shine,  and  pleasures  roll, 
That  charm,  delight,  transport  the  soul, 
And  every  longing  wish  shall  be 
Possess'd  of  boundless  bliss  in  Thee. 

Doxology.  1j.  jH.« 

Eternal  Father !  throned  above, 
Thou  fountain  of  redeeeming  love! 
Eternal  Word  !  who  left  thy  throne 
For  man's  rebellion  to  atone ; 
Eternal  Spirit,  who  dost  give 
That  grace  whereby  our  spirits  live  ■ 
Thou  God  of  our  salvation,  be 
Eternal  praises  paid  to  thee  ! 


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BABBEB.    S.  M. 


4:4:3  Hark  13  :  37. 

1  A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify ; 

A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 
Mjr  calling  to  fulfill ; 

0  may  it  all  my  pow'rs  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  sight  to  live  : 

And  0  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  on  thyself  rely : 
Assur'd  if  I  my  trust  hetray, 

1  shall  for  ever  die. 

4.4.4.  "Watch  and  pray."  S.  31. 

1  My  soul !  be  on  thy  guard ; 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise; 

The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ! 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 
Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down  ; 
Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 


4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 
Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ! 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath, 
Up  to  his  blest  abode. 


A   A  er  "So  fight  I,  not  as  one  thai  beateth 
*±-±0  the  air." 

1  My  soul !  weigh  not  thy  life 
Against  thy  heavenly  crown, 
Nor  suffer  Satan's  deadliest  strife 
To  beat  thy  courage  down. 

2  "With  prayer  and  crying  strong, 
Hold  on  the  fearful  fight ; 

And  let  the  breaking  day  prolong 
The  wrestling  of  the  night. 

3  The  battle  soon  will  yield, 
If  thou  thy  part  fulfill ; 

For,  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield, 
Thy  sword  is  stronger  still. 

4  Thine  armor  is  divine, — 
Thy  feet  with  vict'ry  shod: 

And  on  thy  head  shall  quickly  shine 
The  diadem  of  God ! 


S.M. 


446  "Rejoicing  in  hope."  S«  M» 

1  Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  of  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 
Who  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  favorites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

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LISBON".    S.  M. 


3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 
Glory  begun  below  ; 

Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 
A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 

Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 
And  every  tear  be  dry :  • 

We'  re  marching  through  Immanuel'  s  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 


4=4,7 


The  Lord  will  guide. 


S.M, 


1  The  Lord  Himself  will  keep 
His  people,  safe  from  harm  ; 

Will  hold  the  helm,  and  guide  the  ship, 
With  His  Almighty  arm. 

2  Then  let  the  tempests  roar,- 
The  billows  heave  and  swell ; 

We  trust  to  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Where  all  the  ransomed  dwell : 

3  And  when  we  gain  the  land, 
How  happy  shall  we  be ! 

How  shall  we  bless  the  mighty  hand 
That  led  us  through  the  sea  ! 


4z4=&  Eeb.  l :  14 

1  Heirs  of  unending  life, 
While  yet  we  sojourn  here, 


S.M. 


Oh  let  us  our  salvation  work 
With  trembling  and  with  fear. 

2  God  will  support  our  hearts 
With  might  before  unknown  ; 
The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  His  own. 

3  'Tis  He  that  works  to  will, 
'  Tis  He  that  works  to  do ; 

His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too  ! 

4.4.9  Psalm  23.  S.  M, 

1  While  my  Redeemer's  near, 
My  Shepherd  and  my  Guide, 

1  bid  farewell  to  anxious  fear ; 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  To  ever  fragrant  meads 
Where  rich  abundance  grows, 
His  gracious  hand  indulgent  leads, 
And  guards  my  sweet  repose. 

3  Dear  Shepherd,  if  I  stray, 
My  wandering  feet  restore ; 

To  Thy  fair  pastures  guide  my  way, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


Doxology. 

Praise"  to  the  Father  be  ; 
Praise  to  His  Only  Son  ; 
Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 
While  endless  ages  run. 


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John  21 :  15—17. 


1  Do  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord  ? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see  ; 
And  turn  the  dearest  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  niy  soul  ? 
Then  let  me  nothing  love : 

Dead  he  my  heart  to  every  joy 
When  Jesus  cannot  move. 


C.  II.'-  -^°t  s°ftest  strains  can  charm  my  ears, 
Like  thy  beloved  name; 
Nor  aught  beneath  the  skies  inspire 
My  heart  with  equal  flame. 


3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear? 

Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound  0r  Please  m7  soul  so  W«L 

My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 


•'  Where'er  I  look,  my  wondering  eyes 
Unnumbered  blessings  see; 
But  what  is  life,  with  all  its  bliss, 
If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 

4  Hast  thou  a  rival  in  my  breast  ? 
Search,  Lord,  for  thou  canst  tell 
If  aught  can  raise  my  passions  thus, 


4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 
I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 

Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Would  not  my  heart  pour  forth  its  blood 
In  honor  of  thy  name  ? 

And  challenge  the  cold  hand  of  death 
To  damp  til  immortal  flame  ? 

6  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord; 
But,  oh  !  I  long  to  soar 

Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 


451 


Tlie  beloved  Xame. 


CM. 


1  Blest  Jesus  !  when  my  soaring  thoughts 
O'er  all  thy  graces  rove, 
How  is  my  soul  in  transport  lost, — 
In  wonder,  joy,  and  love  ! 


5  No :  thou  art  precious  to  my  heart, 
My  portion  and  my  joy: 
For  ever  let  thy  boundless  grace 
My  sweetest  thoughts  employ. 


452 


The   Chief  Grace. 


C.  M. 


1  Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign, 
Where  love  inspires  the  breast : 

Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge — alas !  't  is  all  in  vain, 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear; 

Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 


3  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings, 
When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease  ; 
Tis  this  shall  strike  our  jo3"ful  strings, 
In  realms  of  endless  peace. 

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BOAEDMAN.     C.  M. 


4  Before  we  quite  forsake  our  clay, 
Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away, 
To  see  our  smiling  God. 


'Love  as  brethren. 


2  Sweet  as  the  dew  on  herb  and  flower 
That  silently  distills, 
At  evening's  soft  and  balmy  hour, 
On  Zion's  fruitful  hills, — 


453 

1  How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  who  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfill  his  word  ! 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 
And  with  him  bear  a  part ! 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart ! 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride. 
Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide 
And  show  a  brother's  love! 

4  Let  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 
Through  every  bosom  flow, 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 
The  happy  souls  above ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

4=54r     The  Spirit  of  Peace.— Ps.  133.       C.  M. 

1  Spirit  of  peace  !  celestial  Dove! 
How  excellent  thy  praise  ! 
No  richer  gift  than  Christian  love 
Thy  gracious  power  displays. 

11  161 


C.  M.  3  So,  with  mild  influence  from  above, 
Shall  promised  grace  descend, 
Till  universal  peace  and  love 
O'er  all  the  earth  extend ! 


4:55  "Beloved,  let  us  love  one  another."  C  M. 

1  Our  God  is  love :  and  all  His  saints 
His  image  bear  below ; 
The  heart  with  love  to  God  inspir'd, 
With  love  to  man  will  glow. 

2  0  may  we  love  each  other,  Lord, 
As  we  are  loved  of  Thee : 
For  none  are  truly  born  of  God, 
Who  live  in  enmity. 

3  Heirs  of  the  same  immortal  bliss, 
Our  hopes  and  fears  the  same, 
The  cords  of  love  our  hearts  should  bind, 
The  law  of  love  inflame. 

4  So  shall  the  vain  contentious  world 
Our  peaceful  lives  approve, 
And  wondering  say,  as  they  of  old, 
"See  how  these  Christians  love." 


Doxology. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


CM. 


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1  Nearer,  my  God !  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee ! 

E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 
That  raiseth  me ! 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God !  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee ! 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 
The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

M}r  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God  !  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee ! 

3  There  let  the  way  appear, 
Steps  unto  heaven  ! 

All  that  thou  sendest  me, 
In  mercy  given  ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God!  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee ! 

4  Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts 
Bright  with  thy  praise, 

Out  of  my  stony  griefs 
Bethel  I'll  raise; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God  !  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee ! 

5  Or  if,  on  joyful  wing 
Cleaving  the  sky, 

Sun,  moon  and  stars  forgot, 


Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  songshall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God  !  to  thee, 
Nearer  to  thee ! 

4:57  "More  love  for  Christ." 

1  More  love  to  thee,  0  Christ ! 
More  love  to  thee! 

Hear  thou  the  prayer  I  make 
On  bended  knee ; 
This  is  my  earnest  plea: 
More  love,  0  Christ!  to  thee, 
More  love  to  thee  1 

2  Once  earthly  joy  I  cravedj 
Sought  peace  and  rest ; 
Now  thee  alone  I  seek — 
Give  what  is  best ; 

This  all  my  prayer  shall  be : 
More  love,  0  Christ !  to  thee, 
More  love  to  thee  ! 

3  Let  sorrow  do  its  work, 
Send  grief  and  pain ; 
Sweet  are  thy  messengers, 
Sweet  their  refrain, 

When  they  can  sing  with  me, 
More  love,  0  Christ !  to  thee, 
More  love  to  thee  ! 

4  Then  shall  my  latest  breath 
Whisper  thy  praise; 

This  be  the  parting  cry 
My  heart  shall  raise, 
This  still  its  prayer  shall  be: 
More  love,  0  Christ !  to  thee, 
More  love  to  thee  ! 


6s&4s. 


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FATHEBIiAWTD.    6s  &  4. 


4r58  Cant.  2:   16  6S  &  4S. 

1  Fade,  fade,  each  earthy  joy ; 
Jesus  is  mine ! 
Break,  every  tender  tie ; 
Jesus  is  mine ! 
Dark  is  the  wilderness, 
Earth  has  no  resting-place, 
Jesus  alone  can  bless  ; 
Jesus  is  mine ! 

2  Tempt  not  my  soul  away ; 
Jesus  is  mine ! 
Here  would  I  ever  stay ; 
Jesus  is  mine ! 
Perishing  things  of  clay, 
Born  but  for  one  brief  day, 
Pass  from  my  heart  away ; 
Jesus  is  mine ! 

3  Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night, 
Jesus  is  mine ! 
Lost  in  this  dawning  bright ; 
Jesus  is  mine ! 
All  that  my  soul  has  tried, 
Left  but  a  dismal  void  ; 
Jesus  has  satisfied ; 
Jesus  is  mine ! 

4  Farewell,  mortality ; 
Jesus  is  mine ! 
"Welcome,  eternity; 
Jesus  is  mine ! 

Welcome,  0  loved  and  blest, 
Welcome,  sweet  scenes  of  rest, 
Welcome,  my  Savior's  breast; 
Jesus  is  mine ! 


4t59  "Trust  in  Christ."        6s   &   4:S. 

1  No,  not  despairngly 
Come  I  to  Thee; 

No,  not  distrustingly 
Bend  I  the  knee  ; 
Sin  hath  gone  over  me  ; 
Yet  is  this  still  my  plea, 
Jesus  hath  died. 

2  Lord,  I  confess  to  Thee 
Sadly  my  sin ; 

All  I  am,  tell  I  thee; 

All  I  have  been ; 

Purge  Thou  my  sin  away, 

Wash  Thou  my  soul  this  day ; 

Lord,  make  me  clean. 

3  Faithful  and  just  art  Thou, 
Forgiving  all ; 

Loving  and  kind  art  Thou 
When  poor  ones  call : 
Lord,  let  the  cleansing  blood, 
Blood  of  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Pass  o'er  my  soul ! 

Doxology.  6s  &  *S. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
All  praise  be  given  ! 
And  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 

All  praise  be  given ! 
Crown  him  in  every  song  ; 
To  him  your  hearts  belong 
Let  all  his  praise  prolong 

On  earth,  in  heaven! 


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460 


Bev.  21:  10. 


CM. 


1  0  mother  dear,  Jerusalem, 
When  shall  I  come  to  thee ! 

When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end, 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see ! 

2  O  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints  I 
0  sweet  and  pleasant  soil ! 

In  thee  no  sorrow  can  be  found, 
Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil. 

3  No  dimming  cloud  o'ershadows  thee, 
Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night ; 

But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 
For  God  Himself  gives  light. 

4  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stone, 
Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square, 

Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl — 
0  God !  if  I  were  there ! 

5  Right  through  thy  streets,  with  pleasing  sound 
The  flood  of  life  doth  flow, 

And  on  the  banks,  on  either  side, 
The  trees  of  life  do  grow. 

6  Those  trees  each  month  yield  ripened  fruit, 
For  ever  more  they  spring ; 

And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 
To  thee  their  honors  bring. 


7  There  the  blest  souls  that  hardly  'scaj 
The  snare  of  death  and  hell, 
Triumph  in  joy  eternally, 
Whereof  no  tongue  can  tell. 


8  0  mother  dear,  Jerusalem ! 
When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see? 

461  Bev.  7:  15.  CM. 

1  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 
Name  ever  dear  to  me ! 

When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
In  joy  and  peace,  in  thee  ? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 
And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 

Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  Oh  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 
Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 

Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 
Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 

Blest  seats !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 
Around  my  Saviour  stand; 

And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below, 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 


6  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home ! 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

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1  Father  !  I  long,  I  faint,  to  see 
The  place  of  thine  abode ; 

I'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God! 

2  There  all  the  heavenly  hosts  are  seen ; 
In  shining  ranks  they  move  ; 

And  drink  immortal  vigor  in, 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

3  Then  at  thy  feet,  with  awful  fear, 
Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 

"With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th'  eternal  All. 

4  The  more  thy  glories  strike  my  eyes, 
The  humbler  I  shall  lie; 

Thus  while  I  sink,  my  joys  shall  rise 
Immeasurably  high. 

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1  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
And  cast  a  wishful  eye 

To  Canaan's  fair  aud  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  Oh  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 
That  rises  to  my  sight ! 

Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight ! 

3  O'er  all  those  wide  extended  plains 
Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 

There  God,  the  Sun,  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 


4  No  chilling  winds,  no  poisonous  breath 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
And  be  forever  blest? 

When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest. 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 
Can  here  no  longer  stay ; 

Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
Fearless  I'd  launch  away. 


464 


Holiness  of  Heaven. 
1  Cor.  2 :  9,  10. 


CM. 


1  Nor  eye.  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 
Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 

What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  those  that  love  his  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Reveals  a  heaven  to  come  ; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 
Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky. 
And  all  the  region  peace  , 

No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss. 

4  Those  holy  gates  forever  bar 
Pollution,  sin,  and  shame  ; 

None  shall  obtain  admittance  there, 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 


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The  Pilgrim's  Song. 

1  A  few  more  years  shall  roll, 
A  few  more  seasons  come ; 

And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest, 
Asleep  within  the  tomb. 

2  Then,  0  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  great  day ; 

Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away ! 

3  A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 
On  this  wild,  rocky  shore; 

And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease, 
And  surges  swell  no  more. 

4  Then,  0  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  calm  day  ; 

Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away ! 

5  A  few  more  struggles  here, 
A  few  more  partings  o'er, 

A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more. 

6  Then,  0  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  blest  day  ; 

Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away  ! 

7  A  few  more  Sabbaths  here 
Shall  cheer  us  on  our  way  ; 

And  we  shall  reach  the  endless  rest, 
Th'  eternal  Sabbath-day. 


H  Then,  0  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  sweet  day ; 
Ob,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away  ! 

9  T  is  but  a  little  while, 
And  he  shall  come  again, 

Who  died  that  we  might  live,  who  lives 
That  we  with  him  may  reign. 

10  Then,  0  my  Lord,  prepare 
My  soul  for  that  glad  day ; 

Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away  ! 

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4fcOD  land  f"— Psalm  137.  »•!«■. 

1  Far  from  my  heavenly  home, 
Far  from  my  Father's  breast, 
Fainting,  I  cry,  "Blest  Spirit,  come, 
And  speed  me  to  my  rest !" 

2  Upon  the  willows  long 
My  harp  has  silent  hung ; 

How  should  I  sing  a  cheerful  song, 
Till  thou  inspire  my  tongue  ? 

3  My  spirit  homeward  turns, 
And  fain  would  thither  flee ; 

My  heart,  0  Zion,  droops  and  yearns, 
When  I  remember  thee. 

4  To  thee,  to  thee  I  press — 
A  dark  and  toilsome  road  : 
When  shall  I  pass  the  wilderness, 
And  reach  the  saints'  abode  ? 


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On  thee  my  hopes  I  cast : 

Oh,  guide  me  through  the  desert  here, 

And  bring  me  home  at  last ! 


467 


"Forever  with  the  Lord." 
1  Thess.  4:  17. 


S.M. 


1  "Forever  with  the  Lord !" 
Amen  !  so  let  it  be  ; 

Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word; 
'Tis  immortality ! 

2  My  Father's  house  on  high, 
Home  of  my  soul !  how  near, 

At  times,  to  faith's  foreseeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear ! 

3  "Forever  with  the  Lord  !  " 
Father,  if  'tis  thy  will, 

The  promise  of  thy  gracious  word 
Ev'n  here  to  me  fulfill. 

4  Be  thou  at  my  right  hand ; 
So  shall  I  never  fail : 

Uphold  thou  me  and  I  shall  stand ; 
Help,  and  I  shall  prevail. 

5  So,  when  my  latest  breath 
Shall  rend  the  vail  in  twain, 

By  death  I  shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain. 

6  Knowing  "  as  I  am  known," 
How  shall  I  love  that  word, 


And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 
"  Forever  with  the  Lord  !  " 

a  /}ri      "  The  former  things  are  passed       c    ■»«■ 
4fcOO  away."  »•  iU-» 

1  The  people  of  the  Lord 
Are  on  their  way  to  heaven  ; 

There  they  obtain  their  great  reward, 
The  prize  will  there  be  given. 

2  'Tis  conflict  here  below; 
'Tis  triumph  there,  and  peace  : 
On  earth  we  wrestle  with  the  foe  ; 
In  heaven  our  conflicts  cease. 

3  'Tis  gloom  and  darkness  here; 
'Tis  light  and  joy  above  : 

There  all  is  pure,  and  all  is  clear ; 
There  all  is  peace  and  love. 

4  There  rest  shall  follow  toil, 
And  ease  succeed  to  care : 

The  victors  there  divide  the  spoil ; 
They  sing  and  triumph  there. 

5  Then,  let  us  joyful  sing  ! 
The  conflict  is  not  long : 

We  hope  in  heaven  to  praise  our  King 
In  one  eternal  song. 


Doxology. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  glory  be, 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 
Through  all  eternity ! 

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4r69         "Having  a  desire  to  depart."  oSi 

1  To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 
My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone; 
Oh,  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up, 
And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 

2  My  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love ; 
Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore ; 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  glory,  dominion  and  power. 

3  Dissolve  thou  these  bands  that  detain 
My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee, 

Ah !  strike  off  this  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

4  When  that  happy  era  begins, 
When  arrayed  in  thy  glories  I  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline, — 

5  Oh,  then  shall  the  vail  be  removed! 
And  round  me  thy  brightness  be  pour'd; 
I  shall  meet  him  whom  absent  I  loved, 

I  shall  see  whom  unseen  I  adored. 

fi  And  then,  never  more  shall  the  fears, 
The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 
Which  darken  this  valley  of  tears, 
Intrude  on  my  blissful  repose. 

4:70      "Tlte  rock  that  is  higher  than  7."         8s. 

1  Encompassed  with  clouds  of  distress, 
Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 


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I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 
And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine; 
Disheartened  with  waiting  so  long, 
I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load  : 
All  plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 
And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 


2  If  sometimes  I  strive  as  I  mourn 
My  hold  on  thy  promise  to  keep, 
The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 
And  pluuge  me  again  in  the  deep ; 
O'erwhelmed  and  cast  out  from  thy  sight, 
The  tempter  suggests  in  that  hour 
The  Lord  has  forgotten  me  quite, 
My  God  will  be  gracious  no  more. 


3  Shine,  Lord !  and  my  terrors  shall  cease; 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply  ; 

And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 

The  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art; 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tower ; 

Oh,  gladden  my  desolate  heart; 

Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  power. 


4:71 


Rev.  1 :  5,  6. 


8s. 


1  My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 
His  praises  aloud  I'll  proclaim, 
And  join  with  the  armies  above, 
To  shout  his  adorable  name. 


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2  To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine 
Shall  be  my  eternal  employ, 
And  feel  them  incessantly  shine 
My  boundless,  ineffable  jo3T. 

3  He  freely  redeemed  with  his  blood 
My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell, 
To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 
And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell ; 

4  To  shine  with  the  angels  of  light, 
With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing, 
To  view  with  eternal  delight 

My  Jesus,  nn-  Saviour,  my  King. 

5  Ye  palaces,  sceptres  and  crowns, 
Your  pride  with  disdain  I  survey ; 
Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds, 
And  pass  in  a  moment  away. 

6  The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows 
Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine ; 
My  joy  everlastingly  flows, 

My  God,  my  Redeemer,  is  mine.. 


•472 


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1  Inspirer  and  Hearer  of  prayer, 

Thou  Shepherd  and  Guardian  of  mine  ! 

My  all  to  thy  covenant  care 

I  sleeping  and  waking  resign; 

If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 


The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me ; 
And  fast  as  mj  moments  roll  on, 
They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 

2  Thy  ministering  spirits  descend 
To  watch  while  thy  saints  are  asleep ; 
By  day  and  by  night  they  attend, 
The  heirs  of  salvation  to  keep  ; 
Bright  seraphs,  despatched  from  the  throne, 
Repair  to  their  stations  assigned ; 

And  angels  elect  are  sent  down 

To  guard  the  redeemed  of  mankind. 

3  Thy  worship  no  interval  knows; 
Their  fervor  is  still  on  the  wing ; 
And  while  they  protect  my  repose, 
They  chant  to  the  praise  of  my  King. 
I,  too,  at  the  season  ordained, 
Their  chorus  for  ever  shall  join, 
And  love  and  adore  without  end 
Their  faithful  Creator,  and  mine. 


4,73 


"Tlie  first  and  the  last." 


8s. 


1  This  Lord  is  the  Lord  we  adore, 
Our  faithful,  unchangeable  friend, 
Whose  love  is  as  large  as  his  power, 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end. 
'Tis  Jesus,  the  First  and  the  Last, 
Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home ; 
We'll  praise  him  lor  all  that  is  past, 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 


169 


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OLIVE'S  BEOW.    L.  M. 


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4:7-4r  27'e  itrercy-sea<.  L.  M.  3  He  sweetens  everj'  humble  groan  ; 

He  recommends  each  broken  prayer; 
Recline  thy  hope  on  him  alone 
Whose  power  and  love  forbid  despair. 

4  Teach  my  weak  heart,  0  gracious  Lord, 
With  stronger  faith  to  call  thee  mine ; 
Bid  me  pronounce  the  blissful  word, 
My  Father — God,  with  joy  divine. 

4r76  The  blessed  Hour.  L.  M. 

1  Blest  hour !  when  mortal  man  retires 
To  ho  d  communion  with  his  God, 
To  send  to  heaven  his  warm  desires, 
And  listen  to  the  sacred  word. 


1  From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 
'T  is  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, — , 
A  place,  than  all  besides,  more  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend  ; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat ! 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sense  and  sin  molest  no  more, 
And  heaven  coines  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat ! 

5  Oh  !  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill, 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold,  and  still, 
This  throbbing  heart  forget  to  beat, 
If  I  forget  the  mercy-seat. 


475 


'We  have  an  advocate  xeith  the 
Father."  -IJohn  2:  1. 


L.M. 


1  Where  is  my  God  ?  — does  he  retire 
Beyond  the  reach  of  humble  sighs  ? 
Are  these  weak  breathings  of  desire 
Too  languid  to  ascend  the  skies  ? 

2  Look  up,  my  soul,  with  cheerful  eye ! 
See  where  the  great  Redeemer  stands, 
The  glorious  Advocate  on  high, 
With  precious  incense  in  his  hands. 


2  Blest  hour!  when  God  himself  draws  nigh 
Well  pleased  his  people's  voice  to  hear, 
To  hush  the  penitential  sigh, 

And  wipe  away  the  mourner's  tear. 

3  Blest  hour !  for,  where  the  Lord  resorts, 
Foretastes  of  future  bliss  are  given, 
And  mortals  find  his  earthly  courts 
The  house  of  God — the  gate  of  heaven. 

4  Hail,  peaceful  hour  !  supremely  blest, 
Amid  the  hours  of  worldly  care ; 

The  hour  that  yields  the  spirit  rest, 
That  sacred  hour — the  hour  of  prayer. 


5  And  when  my  hours  of  prayer  are 
And  this  trail  tenement  decays, 
Then  may  I  spend  in  heaven  at  last 
A  never-ending  hour  of  praise. 

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WOODWOKTH.    L.  M. 


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477 


.Matt.  18 :  20. 


L.M. 


1  Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 
Meet  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 

And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise ; — 

2  There  will  the  gracious  Saviour  be, 
To  bless  the  little  company ; 
There,  to  unvail  his  smiling  face, 
And  bid  his  glories  fill  the  place. 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  0  Lord  ! 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word ; 

Now  send  the  Spirit  from  above, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 

a  ryci  "The  love  of  Christ,  which  passeth  x  -mr 
*±/®  knowledge."  Lt'   m« 

1  Come,  dearest  Lord  !  descend  and  dwell 
By  faith  and  love  in  every  breast; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  can  not  be  expressed. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength, 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 

And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length, 
Of  thine  immeasurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  and  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honors  done 

By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  his  Son ! 


479 


The  Worth  of  Prayer. 


L.  M. 


2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  clouds  withdraw ; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christian's  armor  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words  ?  ah  !  think  again; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  a  fellow-creature's  ear 

With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Our  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
"Hear  what  the  Lord  hath  done  forme!" 

480     Christ  present  in  the  Sanctuary.     Lit    M, 

1  How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord ! 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  smile, 
And  come,  according  to  thy  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 
That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee : 
Ah,  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ! 

Let  this  the  "gate  of  heaven"  be. 


1  What  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there ! 


3  "  Chief  of  ten  thousand  !"  now  appear, 
That  we  by  faith  may  see  thy  face ; 
Oh,  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 
And  let  thy  presence  fill  this  place ! 

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"My  times  are  in  Thy  hand." 


4:81  Psalm  31 

1  Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies, 
Ever  gracious,  ever  wise ! 

All  my  times  are  in  thy  hand  ; 
All  events  at  thy  command. 

2  Times  of  sickness,  times  of  health, 
Times  of  penury  and  wealth, — 

All  must  come,  and  last,  and  end, 
As  shall  please  my  heavenly  Friend. 

3  0  Thou  gracious,  wise,  and  just! 
In  thy  hands  my  life  I  trust ; 
Have  I  somewhat  dearer  still  ? — 

I  resign  it  to  thy  will. 

4  Thee  at  all  times  will  I  bless ; 
Having  Thee,  I  all  possess : 
Ne'er  can  I  bereaved  be, 
"While  I  do  not  part  with  thee. 

a  rjf~>    "Cast  thy  burden  upon  the  Lord." 
*fcO*3  psaim  55. 

1  Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord ; 
Lean  thou  only  on  his  word  : 
Ever  will  he  be  thy  stay, 

Though  the  heavens  shall  melt  away. 

2  Ever  in  the  racing  storm, 
Thou  shalt  see  his  cheering  form, 
Hear  his  pledge  of  coming  aid  : 
"It  is  I,  be  not  afraid." 

3  Cast  thy  burden  at  his  feet ; 
Linger  near  his  mercy-seat: 
Ho  will  lead  thee  by  the  hand 
Gently  to  the  better  land. 


7S.'4  He  will  gird  thee  by  his  power, 
In  thy  weary,  fainting  hour ; 
Lean,  then,  loving,  on  his  word  ; 
Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord. 

483  Support  in  Cltrist. 

1  Everlasting  arms  of  love 
Are  beneath,  around,  above  : 
He  who  left  his  throne  of  light, 
And  unnumbered  angels  blight; 

2  He  who  on  th'  accursed  tree 
Gave  his  precious  life  for  me — 
He  it  is  that  bears  me  on, 
His  the  arm  I  lean  upon. 

3  He  who  now,  enthroned  above, 
Still  retains  his  heart  of  love, 
Marking  still  each  falling  tear 
Of  his  burdened  pilgrims  here ; 


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4  He  who  wields  creation's  rod, 
He  my  Brother,  yet  my  God ; 
Faithful  he,  whate'er  betide, 

Is  my  everlasting  Guide  ! 

5  All  things  hasten  to  decay, 
Earth  and  seas  will  pass  away : 
Soon  will  yonder  circling  sun 
Cease  his  blazing  course  to  run. 

6  Scenes  will  vary,  friends  grow  strange, 
But  the  Changeless  can  not  change: 
Gladly  will  I  journey  on, 

With  his  arm  to  lean  upon. 


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4:84:  "TJie  God  of  my  life.'1 

1  Source  and  Giver  of  repose, 
From  thee  all  my  comfort  flows : 
Peace  and  happiness  are  thine ; 
Mine  they  are,  if  thou  art  mine. 

2  Thee  to  praise  and  thee  to  know, 
Constitute  my  bliss  below; 

Thee  to  see  and  thee  to  love 
Constitute  my  bliss  above. 

3  Lord !  it  is  not  life  to  live, 
If  thy  presence  thou  deny : 
Lord  !  if  thou  thy  presence  give, 
'T  is  no  longer  death  to  die. 

•4-Q^      "God  shall  wipe  aivay  all  tears 
from  their  eyes." 

1  High  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 
Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above ; 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 
Happy  in  Immanuel's  love  : 

2  Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 
Torturing  pain  and  heavy  woe. 

3  But  these  days  of  weeping  o'er, 
Passed  this  scene  of  toil  and  pain, 
They  shall  feel  distress  no  more — 
Never,  never  weep  again : 

4  'Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 
'Mid  th'  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark  !  their  songs  melodious  rise, 
Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love  ! 


7s.  5  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 
Calm  and  undisturbed  repose  : 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene, 
There  no  angry  tempest  blows  : 

6  Every  tear  is  wiped  away, 
Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast, 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 
Sorrow — in  eternal  rest. 

4o6     "Come  up  hither." — Rev.  4:  1.  7S» 

1   "Come  up  hither ;  come  away  :" 
Thus  the  ransomed  spirits  sing; 
Here  is  cloudless,  endless  day  ; 
Here  is  everlasting  spring. 


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2  Come  up  hither  ;  come  and  dwell 
With  the  living  hosts  above  ; 
Come,  and  let  your  bosoms  swell 
With  their  burning  songs  of  love. 

3  Come  up  hither ;  come  and  share 
All  the  sacred  joys  that  rise, 

Like  an  ocean,  everywhere 
Through  the  myriads  of  the  skies. 

4  Come  up  hither ;  come  and  shine 
In  the  robes  of  spotless  white  ; 

Palms,  and  harps,  and  crowns  are  thine ; 
Hither,  hither  wing  your  flight. 

5  Come  up  hither ;  hither  speed : 
Rest  is  found  in  heaven  alone  ; 
Here  is  all  the  wealth  you  need  ; 
Come,  and  make  this  wealth  your  own. 

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a  Q>-y  "He  is  my  defense;  I  shall  not  be  j      •»«■ 
4kO  /  moved:'    Psalm  62.  •■*   al' 

1  My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone ; 
My  rock  and  refuse  is  his  throne: 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  straits, 
My  soul  on  his  salvation  waits. 

2  Trust  him,  ye  saints,  in  all  your  ways ; 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face ; 
"When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-sufficient  Aid. 


488 


Psalm  46.       L.    M. 


God  our  Refuge. 

1  God  is  the  refuse  of  his  saints, 
"When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade  ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  seats  be  hurled 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world; 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God, 

Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

4  That  sacred  stream,  thine  holy  word, 
Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls ; 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 


489         "Tlie  Pock  of  my  strengtli."        L.  M. 

1  Rejoice,  ye  saints,  rejoice  and  praise 
The  blessings  of  redeeming  grace  ! 
Jesus,  your  everlasting  tower, 

Stands  firm  against  the  tempest's  power. 

2  He  is  a  refuge  ever  nigh ; 

His  love  endures  as  mountains  high; 
His  name's  a  rock,  which  winds  above, ' 
And  waves  below,  can  never  move. 

3  While  all  things  change,  he  changes  not ; 
He  ne'er  forgets,  though  oft  forgot; 
His  love  will  ever  be  the  same  ; 

His  word,  enduring  as  his  name. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  saints,  rejoice  and  praise 
The  blessings  of  his  wondrous  grace ! 
Jesus,  your  everlasting  tower, 

Can  bear,  unmoved,  the  tempest's  power. 


5  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 
Secure  against  a  threatening  hour ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 
Built  on  his  truth  and  armed  with  power. 

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490 


Psalm  46. 


L.  M. 


1  God  will  our  strength  and  refuge  prow, 
In  all  distress  a  present  aid ; 

And  though  the  trembling  earth  remove, 
We  will  not  fear  or  be  dismayed ; 

2  Though  hills  be  cast  amid  the  sea, 
And  angry  billows  round  them  break, 
Though  waters  roar  and  troubled  be, 
And  mountains,  with  their  swelling,  shake. 

3  A  river  flows  whose  living  streams 
Make  glad  the  city  of  our  God, 
The  tents  where  heavenly  glory  beams, 
Where  God  most  high  hath  his  abode. 


DEATH. 


GRATITUDE.    Ii.  M. 


4  God  has  in  her  his  dwelling  made, 
And  she  shall  nevermore  be  moved; 
Her  God  shall  early  give  her  aid, 
As  he  her  help  hath  ever  proved. 

4t9X  "Welcome  to  me  the  darkest  night."  Ij.  M< 

1  Welcome  to  me  the  darkest  night, 
If  there  the  Saviour's  presence  bright 
Beam  forth  upon  the  soul  dismayed, 
And  say,  "  "lis  I :  be  not  afraid ! " 

2  Welcome  the  fiercest  waves  that  roll 
Their  deepening  floods  to  whelm  my  soul, 
If  he  rebuke  the  storm  of  ill, 

And  bid  the  tempest,  "Peace,  be  still !" 

3  Welcome  the  thorniest  path,  if  there 
The  print-marks  of  his  feet  appear : 

If  in  his  footsteps  we  may  tread, 
And  follow  where  our  Lord  hath  led. 

4  I  will  not  ask  what  else  is  mine, 
If  thou,  0  Lord,  account  me  thine ; 
For  what  but  joy  can  be  my  lot, 

If  God,  my  God,  reject  me  not? 

4r92  "He  shall  sit  as  a  refiner  of  silver."  L.  M 

1  Why  should  I  murmur  or  repine, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  who  bled  for  me  ? 
What  are  my  griefs  compared  with  thine  — 
Thy  tears,  thy  groans,  thine  agony ! 

2  If  thou  the  furnace  dost  employ, 
Thou  sittest  as  refiner  near, 

To  purge  away  the  base  alloy, 
Till  thine  own  image  bright  appear. 


3  Though  oft  thy  way  is  in  the  sea, 
Thy  footsteps  in  the  winged  storm  ; 
Though  crested  billows  threaten  me, — 
Love  slumbers  in  their  frowning  form  ! 

4  Submissive  would  I  kiss  the  rod, 
Needful  each  stroke,  I  humbly  own : 
Help  me  to  trust  thee,  0  my  God  ! 
If  now  thy  wisdom  be  unknown. 

a  r\r>  "Lord,  mal-e  me  to  hioic  the  meas-  t    -»f 
*±b> O  ure  of  my  days."—Ps.  39.  lu'  JU* 

1  Almighty  Maker  of  my  frame, 
Teach  me  the  measure  of  my  days ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am, 
And  spend  the  remnant  to  thy  praise. 

2  My  days  are  shorter  than  a  span, 
A  little  point  my  life  appears ; 
How  frail  at  best  is  dying  man  ! 
How  vain  are  all  his  hopes  and  fears  ! 

3  Oh,  spare  me,  and  my  strength  restore, 
Ere  my  few  hasty  minutes  flee ! 

And  when  my  days  on  earth  are  o'er, 
Let  me  forever  dwell  with  thee. 

4  Oh,  be  that  noble  portion  mine  ! 
My  God,  I  bow  before  thy  throne ; 
Earth's  fleeting  treasures  I  resign, 
And  fix  my  hopes  on  thee  alone. 

Doxology.  1<«  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow! 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host! 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


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DUNDEE.    C.  M. 

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"J5e  still,  for  it  is  he." 


CM. 


1  The  Christian  would  not  have  his  lot, 
Be  other  than  it  is ; 

For  while  his  Father  rules  the  world, 
He  knows  that  world  is  his. 

2  He  knows  that  he  who  gave  the  best, 
Will  give  him  all  beside ; 

Assured  each  seeming  good  he  asks 
Is  evil,  if  denied. 

3  When  clouds  of  sorrow  gather  round, 
His  bosom  owns  no  fear ; 

He  knows,  where'er  his  portion  be, 
His  God  will  still  be  there. 

4  And  when  the  threaten'd  storm  has  burst 
Whate'er  the  trial  be; 

Something  yet  whispers  him  within, 
"Be  still,  for  it  is  he!" 


a  q  pr       "The  Lord  gave,  and  the  Lord 
~fcyO     hath  taken  away.7' — Job  1 :  21. 


CM. 

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1  It  is  the  Lord, — enthroned  ii 
Whose  claims  are  all  divine, 
Who  hath  an  undisputed  right 
To  govern  me  and  mine. 

2  It  is  the  Lord — who  gives  me  all, 
My  wealth,  my  friends,  my  ease ; 
And  of  his  bounties  may  recall 
Whatever  part  he  please. 

3  It  is  the  Lord,  my  cov'nant  God, — 
Thrice  blessed  be  his  name, — 
Whose  gracious  promise,  sealed  with  blood, 
Must  ever  be  the  same. 


4  Can  I,  with  hopes  so  firmly  built, 
Be  sullen,  or  repine  ? 
No;  gracious  God  !  take  what  thou  wilt: 
To  thee  I  all  resign. 


496 


"My  meditation  of  Him  shall  he 
sweet" 


CM. 


1  When  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 

'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pain, 
And  long  to  fly  away; 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 
I'he  whispers  of  his  love  ; 

Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above ; 

3  Sweet  to  reflect  how  grace  divine 
My  sins  on  Jesus  laid: 

Sweet  to  remember  that  His  blood 
My  debt  of  sufferings  paid. 

4  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 
To  trust  his  firm  decrees  ; 

Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  liis  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  streams, 
What  must  the  fountain  be 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Direct,  0  Lord,  from  thee  ? 


497 


"All  things  are  Hours." 
1  Cor.  3  :  22. 


CM. 


1  If  God  is  mine,  then  present  things 
And  things  to  come  are  mine; 
Yea,  Christ,  his  word,  and  Spirit  too, 
And  glory  all  divine. 

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.  2  If  he  is  mine,  then  from  his  love 
He  every  trouble  sends  ; 
AH  things  are  working  for  my  good, 
And  bliss  his  rod  attends. 

3  If  he  is  mine,  I  need  not  fear 
The  rage  of  earth  and  hell ; 

He  will  support  my  feeble  power, 
Their  utmost  force  repel. 

4  If  he  is  mine,  let  friends  forsake, 
Let  wealth  and  honors  flee : 

Sure,  he  who  giveth  me  himself, 
Is  more  than  these  to  me. 

5  If  he  is  mine,  I'll  boldly  pass 
Through  death's  dark,  lonely  vale; 
He  is  my  comfort  and  my  stay, 
When  heart  and  flesh  shall  fail. 

6  Oh,  tell  me,  Lord,  that  thou  art  mine; 
What  can  I  wish  beside  ? 

My  soul  shall  at  the  fountain  live, 
When  all  the  streams  are  dried. 


498 


"It  is  appointed  unto  men  once       ri    w 
to  die."  *-"  m-' 

1  If  I  must  die,  oh!  let  me  die 
With  hope  in  Jesus'  blood — 

The  blood  that  saves  from  sin  and  guilt, 
And  reconciles  to  God. 

2  If  I  must  die,  then  let  me  die 
In  peace  with  all  mankind, 

And  change  these  fleeting  joys  below 
For  pleasures  all  refined. 


3  If  I  must  die — and  die  I  shall — 
Let  some  kind  seraph  come, 

And  bear  me  on  his  friendly  wing 
To  my  celestial  home. 

4  Of  Canaan's  land,  from  Pisgah's  top, 
May  I  but  have  a  view, 

Though  Jordan  should  o'erflow  its  banks, 
I'll  boldly  venture  through. 


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"Be  not  dismayed,  for  I  am  thy 
God." 


CM. 


Thou  must  go  forth  alone,  my  soul ! 
Thou  must  go  forth  alone, 
To  other  scenes,  to  other  worlds, 
That  mortal  hath  not  known. 

2  Thou  must  go  forth  alone,  my  soul, 
To  tread  the  narrow  vale  ; 

But  he,  whose  word  is  sure,  hath  said 
His  mercy  shall  not  fail. 

3  Thou  must  go  forth  alone,  my  soul, 
To  meet  thy  God  above  : 

But  shrink  not — he  has  said,  my  soul, 
He  is  a  God  of  love ! 

4  His  rod  and  staff  shall  comfort  thee 
Across  the  dreary  road, 

Till  thou  shalt  join  the  blessed  ones 
In  heaven's  serene  abode. 


Doxology. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
All  glory  be  from  Saints  on  earth 
And  from  the  Angel-host. 


CM. 


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JUDGMENT  HYMN.    L.  M. 


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OUU  2  Tim.  4:    6—8.  "j.  ill. 

1  The  hour  of  ray  departure  's  come ; 

1  hear  the  voice  that  calls  me  home; 
Now,  O  my  God  !  let  trouble  cease, 
And  let  thy  servant  die  in  peace. 

2  The  race  appointed  I  have  run  ; 
The  combat 's  o'er,  the  prize  is  won ; 
And  now  my  witness  is  on  high, 
And  now  my  record  's  in  the  sky. 

3  Not  in  mine  innocence  I  trust; 
I  bow  before  thee  in  the  dust ; 

And  through  my  Saviour's  blood  alone 
I  look  for  mercy  at  thy  throne. 

4  I  come,  I  come,  at  thy  command  ; 
I  give  my  spirit  to  thy  hand  ; 
Stretch  forth  thine  everlasting  arms, 
And  shield  me  in  the  last  alarms. 


"  That  they  mm/  rest  from  their      t     if 
labors-"  **•  M' 


501 

1  Sweet  is  the  scene  when  Christians  die, 
When  holy  souls  retire  to  rest ; 

How  mildly  beams  the  closing  eye! 
How  gentry  heaves  th'  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er : 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Triumphant  smiles  the  victor's  brow. 
Fanned  by  some  guardian  angel's  wing : 
0  Grave !  where  is  thy  victory  now  ? 
And  where,  0  death !  where  is  thy  sting  ? 


pr  r\ey        tiWhy  is  His  chariot  so  long        x      w 
t)v*i  in  coming  f" 

1  Gently,  my  Saviour,  let  me  down, 
To  slumber  in  the  arms  of  death ; 

1  rest  my  soul  on  thee  alone, 
Ev'n  till  my  last,  expiring  breath. 

2  Soon  will  the  storm  of  life  be  o'er, 
And  I  shall  enter  endless  rest; 
There  I  shall  live  to  sin  no  more, 
And  bless  thy  name,  forever  blest. 

3  Bid  me  possess  sweet  peace  within  ; 
Let  childlike  patience  keep  my  heart; 
Then  shall  I  feel  my  heaven  begin, 
Before  my  spirit  hence  depart. 

4  Oh,  speed  thy  chariot,  God  of  love, 
And  take  me  from  this  world  of  woe ; 
I  long  to  reach  those  joys  above, 
And  bid  farewell  to  all  below. 

5  There  shall  my  raptured  spirit  raise 
Still  louder  notes  than  angels  sing, — 
High  glories  to  Immanuefs  grace, 
My  God,  my  Saviour  and  mj-  King ! 

er/-vO     "Why  should  we  weep  for  those     -r      %r 
OU«3  who  die  f"  A"  m% 

1  Why  should  we  weep  for  those  who  die  ? 
Those  blessed  ones  who  weep  no  more? 
Jesus  hath  called  them  to  the  sky, 

And  gladly  have  they  gone  before. 

2  A  few  short  days  they  lingered  here, 
Th'  appointed  span  of  trial  knew; 
Dropped — early  dropped  the  parting  tear, 
And  early  now  have  parted,  too. 


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3  Up,  up,  in  swift  ascent,  they  rise, 
Star  after  star  of  living  light ! 
Why  should  we  mourn  that  midnight  i 
Become  with  added  glories  bright  ? 


504r 


"TJie'  Lord  will  come." 
2  Thess.  X  :  7. 


L.M. 


1  The  Lord  will  come !  the  earth  shall  quake; 
The  mountains  to  their  center  shake ; 
And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The  Lord  will  come!  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came,  — 

A  silent  Lamb  before  his  foes, 
A  weary  man,  and  full  of  woes. 

3  The  Lord  will  come!  a  dreadful  form, 
With  wreath  of  flame,  and  robe  of  storm, 
On  cherub-wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human  kind  ! 

4  Can  this  be  he,  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 

By  power  oppressed,  and  mocked  by  pride,— 
The  Nazarene,  the  Crucified  ? 

5  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 
"Rocks,  hide  us!  mountains,  on  us  fall!" 
The  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  sing  for  joy,  "The  Lord  is  come!" 

505  Tlie  Day  of  Wrath.  L.  M. 

(A  Hymn  of  the  Thirteenth  Century.) 

1  That  day  of  wrath !  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 
What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 


2  When,  shriveling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll  ; 
When  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the  dead! — 

3  Oh !  on  that  day —  that  wrathful  day, 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from  clay, 
Be  thou  the  trembling  sinner's  stay, 
Tho'  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away ! 


506 


LuJce  21 :  31. 


L.  M. 


1  He  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  reigns, 
Praise  him  in  evangelic  strains ; 

Let  the  whole  earth  in  songs  rejoice, 
And  distant  islands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counsels  and  unknown, 
But  grace  and  truth  support  his  throne  ; 
Though  gloomy  clouds  his  way  surround, 
Justice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo!  he  comes. 
Shakes  the  wide  earth  and  cleaves  the  tombs; 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 

The  mountains  melt,  the  seas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  with  sore  dismay, 
Fly  from  the  sight  and  shun  the  day ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  saints,  on  high, 
And  sing,  for  your  redemption  's  nigh. 

Doxology.  ■"•  ■!"• 

Now  to  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
Who  rose  from  death,  be  glory  given, 
With  Thee,  0  Holy  Comforter, 
Henceforth,  by  all  in  earth  and  heaven. 


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CAMBRIDGE.    C.  M. 


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OU  /  1  Thess.  4  :  14—17.  V<  ^ 

1  As  Jesus  died  and  rose  again, 
Victorious,  from  the  dead  ; 

So  his  disciples  rise,  and  reign 
With  their  triumphant  Head. 

2  The  time  draws  nigh,  when,  from  the  clouds, 
Christ  shall  with  shouts  descend  ; 

And  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 
The  heavens  and  earth  shall  rend. 

3  Then  they  who  live  shall  changed  be, 
And  they  who  sleep  shall  wake ; 

The  graves  shall  yield  their  ancient  charge 
And  earth's  foundation  shake. 

4  The  saints  of  God,  from  death  set  free, 
"With  joy  shall  mount  on  high  ; 
The  heavenly  host  with  praises  loud 
Shall  meet  them  in  the  sky. 

5  Together  to  their  Father's  house 
With  joyful  hearts  they  go  : 
And  dwell  forever  with  the  Lord, 
Bevond  the  reach  of  woe. 


3  Then,  though  the  grave  my  flesh  dercur, 
And  hold  me  for  its  prey, 

I  know  my  sleeping  dust  shall  rise 
On  the  last  judgment-day. 

4  I,  in  my  flesh,  shall  see  my  God, 
When  he  on  earth  shall  stand ; 

I  shall  with  all  his  saints  ascend 
To  dwell  at  his  right  hand. 

5  Then  shall  he  wipe  all  tears  away, 
And  hush  the  rising  groan  ; 

And  pains  and  sighs  and  griefs  and  fears 
Shall  ever  be  unknown. 


1  Thess.  4  :  1-1. 


C.  M. 


508 


'In  my  11-^sh  fhall  I  nee  God." 
job.  19 :  25,  26. 


CM. 


1   My  faith  shall  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 
And  trample  <>n  the  tomb; 

1  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  on  the  clouds  shall  come. 

2  I  know  that  he  shall  soon  appear 
In  power  and  glory  meet ; 
And  death,  the  last  of  all  his  foes, 
Lie  vanquished  at  his  feet. 


509 

Hark  to  the  trump  !  behold  it  breaks 
The  sleep  of  ages  now ; 
And  lo,  the  light  of  glory  shines 
On  many  an  aching  brow. 

2  Changed  in  a  moment,  full  of  life, 
The  quick,  the  dead,  arise, 
Responsive  to  the  angel's  voice 
That  calls  us  to  the  skies. 

3  Ascending  through  the  crowded  air, 
On  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
To  dwell  in  the  full  joy  of  love, 
And  sorrow  there  no  more. 

4  0  Lord,  the  bright  and  blessed  hope 
That  cheered  us  through  the  past, 
Of  full,  eternal  rest  in  thee, 
Is  all  fulfilled  at  last. 

5  Past  conflict  now,  0  Lord,  't  is  ours, 
Through  everlasting  (lavs. 
To  sing  our  songs  of  victory, 
To  thine  eternal  praise. 

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ETERNAL    LIFE. 


ARMENIA. 


5  Past  conflict  now,  0  Lord,  'tis  ours, 
Through  everlasting  days, 
To  sing  our  songs  of  victory, 
To  thine  eternal  praise. 


P~\~\  O         The  Judgment-seat  of  Clirist. 
t-'-LV7  Matt.  25:41. 


CM, 


1  That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 
Th'  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart ! 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound  "Depart!" 

3  Oh,  wretched  state  of  deep  despair ! 
To  see  my  God  remove, — 

And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love ! 

4  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 
And  hang  upon  thy  breast : 
Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

5  Oh,  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 
Is  graven  on  thy  hands ! 

Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

6  Give  me  one  kind,  assuring  word, 
To  sink  my  fears  again ; 


And  cheerfully  my  soul  shall  wait 
Her  threescore  years  and  ten. 

511  ATo  Sin  in  Heaven.  C»  M. 

1  Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night, 
Unbounded  glories  rise, 

And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair,  distant  land !  could  mortal  eyes 
But  half  its  charms  explore, 

How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more ! 

3  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know- 
Realms  ever  bright  and  fair ! 

For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

4  Oh,  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 
Our  hearts  with  ardent  love  ! 

Till  wings  of  faith,  and  strong  desire 
Bear  every  thought  above. 

5  Prepare  us,  Lord,  by  grace  divine, 
For  thy  bright  courts  on  high ; 
Then  bid  our  spirits  rise  and  join 
The  chorus  of  the  sky. 

Doxology.  i-<«  sL* 

The  Father's  name  we  loudly  raise, 
The  Son  we  all  adore, 
The  Holy  Ghost,  One  God,  we  praise, 
Both  now  and  evermore. 


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1  Rest  for  the  toiling  hand, 
Rest  for  the  anxious  brow, 

Rest  for  the  weary,  way-worn  feet, 
Rest  from  all  labor  now ; — 

2  Rest  for  the  fevered  brain, 
Rest  for  the  throbbing  eye ; 
Through  these  parched  lips  of  thine  no  mere 
Shall  pass  the  moan  or  sigh. 

3  Soon  shall  the  trump  of  God 
Give  out  the  welcome  sound, 

That  shakes  thy  silent  chamber  walls, 
And  breaks  the  turf-sealed  ground. 

4  Ye  dwellers  in  the  dust, 
Awake!  come  forth  and  sing; 
Sharp  has  your  frost  of  winter  been, 
But  bright  shall  be  your  spring. 

5  'Twas  sown  in  weakness  here ; 
'Twill  then  be  raised  in  power: 
That  which  was  sown  an  earthly  seed, 
Shall  rise  a  heavenly  flower ! 


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1  Thess.  4 :  16. 


S.M 


1  Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 

1  from  the  grave  must  rise, 

And  sec  the  Judge  with  glory  crowned, 
And  see  the  flaming  skies. 

2  O  Thou  that  wouldst  not  have 
One  wretched  sinner  die, 

Who  diedst  Thyself  my  soul  to  save 
From  endless  misery ! 


3  Show  me  the  way  to  shun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe ; 

That  when  Thou  comest  on  Thy  throne, 

I  may  with  joy  appear! 

5 14r  1  Thess.  4  :  16.  S.  M. 

1  And  will  the  Judge  descend, 
And  must  the  dead  arise, 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all  discerning  eyes? 

2  How  will  mj'  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day, 

When  earth  and  heaven  before  His  face 
Astonished  shrink  away? 

3  But  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead, 

Hark,  from  the  Gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4  Ye  sinners,  seek  His  grace 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  His  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

5  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 
By  which  the  Saviour  bled ; 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 


"Every  one  of  us  shall  give  account   o    -»r 
of  himself  to  God."  "•  *"■* 


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1  Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead, 
Before  whose  bar  severe, 
With  holy  joy,  or  guilty  dread, 
We  all  shall  soon  apt>ear ! — 


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2  Our  anxious  souls  prepare 
For  that  tremendous  day  ; 

Come,  fill  us  now  with  watchful  care, 
And  stir  us  up  to  pray  ; 

3  To  pray,  and  wait  the  hour, 
That  awful  hour  unknown, 
When,  robed  in  majesty  and  power, 
Thou  shalt  from  heaven  come  down ! 

4  Oh,  may  we  all  be  found 
Obedient  to  thy  word, — 
Attentive  to  the  trumpet's  sound, 
And  looking  for  our  Lord. 

5  Oh,  may  we  all  ensure 
A  home  among  the  blest; 
And  watch  a  moment  to  secure 
An  everlasting  rest ! 


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"And  to  wait  for  his  Son." 


S.M 


1  He  comes !  the  Conqueror  comes ! 
Death  falls  beneath  his  sword ; 

The  joyful  prisoners  burst  their  tombs, 
And  rise  to  meet  their  Lord. 

2  The  trumpet  sounds — Awake  ! 
Ye  dead,  to  judgment  come ! 
The  pillars  of  creation  shake, 
While  hell  receives  her  doom. 

3  Thrice  happy  morn  for  those 
Who  love  the  ways  of  peace  ; 

No  night  of  sorrow  e'er  shall  close 
Upon  its  perfect  bliss. 


Ol7    "There  remaineth  therefore  a  rest."    O*  JH.. 

1  And  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest 
For  weary  souls  designed, 

Where  not  a  care  shall  stir  the  breast, 
Or  sorrow  entrance  find  ? 

2  Is  there  a  blissful  home, 
Where  kindred  minds  shall  meet, 
And  live,  and  love,  nor  ever  roam 
From  that  serene  retreat  ? 

3  Are  there  bright,  happy  fields, 
Where  naught  that  blooms  shall  die  ; 
Where  each  new  scene  fresh  pleasure  yields, 
And  healthful  breezes  sigh  ? 

4  Are  there  celestial  streams, 
Where  living  waters  glide, 

With  murmurs  sweet  as  angel  dreams, 
And  flowery  banks  beside  ? 

5  Forever  blessed  they, 
Whose  joyful  feet  shall  stand  — 
While  endless  ages  waste  away — 
Amid  that  glorious  land! 

6  My  soul  would  thither  tend, 
While  toilsome  years  are  given  ; 
Then  let  me,  gracious  God,  ascend 
To  sweet  repose  in  heaven ! 


Doxo  Ioqij. 

Praise  to  the  Father  be  ; 
Praise  to  His  Only  Son  ; 
Praise  to  the  blessed  Paraclete, 
While  endless  ages  run. 


S.M. 


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1  0  for  a  sweet,  inspiring  ray, 
To  animate  our  feeble  strains, 

From  the  bright  realms  of  endless  day — 
The  blissful  realms  where  Jesus  reigns ! 

2  There,  low  before  his  glorious  throne, 
Adoring  saints  and  angels  fall; 

And,  with  delightful  worship,  own 
His  smile  their  bliss,  their  heaven,  their  all. 

3  Immortal  glories  crown  his  head, 
While  tuneful  hallelujahs  rise, 

And  love  and  joy,  and  triumph  spread 
Through  all  the  assemblies  of  the  skies 

4  He  smiles,— and  seraphs  tune  their  songs, 
To  boundless  rapture,  while  they  gaze ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  joyful  tongues 
Resound  his  everlasting  praise. 

5  There  all  the  followers  of  the  lamb 
Shall  join  at  last  the  heavenly  choir  : 
Oh,  may  the  joy-inspiring  theme 
Awake  our  faith  and  warm  desire  ! 

£519  "Who  dweU  in  light."  L.  M. 

1  0  happy  saints,  who  dwell  in  light 
And  walk  with  Jesus  clothed  in  white, 
Safe  landed  on  that  peaceful  shore 
Where  pilgrims  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  Released  from  sin  and  toil  and  grief, 
Death  was  their  gate  to  endless  life ; 
An  opened  gate  to  let  them  fly 
And  find  their  happy  home  on  high. 


3  And  now  they  range  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  sing  their  hymns  in  melting  strains  ; 
And  now  their  souls  begin  to  prove 
The  height  and  depths  of  Jesus'  love. 

4  He  cheers  them  with  eternal  smile; 
They  sing  hosannas  all  the  while ; 
Or,  overwhelmed  with  rapture  sweet, 
Sink  down  adoring  at  his  feet. 

5  Ah,  Lord !  with  tardy  steps  I  creep, 
And  sometimes  sing  and  sometimes  weep; 
Yet  strip  me  of  this  house  of  clay, 
And  I  will  sing  as  loud  as  they. 

520  *«• 5: 9-  I.  M. 

1  Hark  !  how  the  choral  song  of  heaven 
Swells  full  of  peace  and  joy  above  ! 
Hark  !  how  they  strike  their  golden  harps, 
And  raise  the  tuneful  notes  of  love ! 

2  No  anxious  care  nor  thrilling  grief, 
Xo  deep  despair  nor  gloomy  woo, 
They  feel  while  high  their  lofty  strains 
In  noblest,  sweetest  concord  flow. 

3  When  shall  we  join  the  heavenly  host 
Who  sing  Immanuel's  praise  on  high, 
And  leave  behind  our  fears  and  doubts, 
To  swell  the  chorus  of  the  sky  ? 


4  Oh,  come,  thou  rapture-bringing  mom. 

And  usher  in  this  joyful  day  ; 
We  long  to  see  thy  rising  sun 
Drive  all  these  clouds  of  grief  away. 
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1  Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time, 

Draw  back  the  parting  vail,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new,  celestial  birth, 
Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  vain  and  fleeting  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road, 
While  we  are  walking  back  to  God  ? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come, 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge, 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  lar»'e, 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

5  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 
Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 


022     "One  in  our  hope  of  rest  above."     Jj«  M. 

1  Still  one  in  life  and  one  in  death, 
One  in  our  hope  of  rest  above; 
One  in  our  joy,  our  trust,  our  faith, 
One  in  each  other's  faithful  love. 

2  Yet  must  we  part,  and,  parting,  weep ; 
What  else  has  earth  for  us  in  store  ? 
Our  farewell  pangs,  how  sharp  and  deep ! 
Our  farewell  words,   how  sad  and  sore ! 


3  Yet  shall  we  meet  again  in  peace, 
To  sing  the  song  of  festal  joy, 

Where  none  shall  bid  our  gladness  cease, 
And  none  our  fellowship  destroy. 

4  Where  none  shall  beckon  us  away, 
Nor  bid  our  festival  be  done  ; 

Our  meeting-time  th'  eternal  day, 
Our  meeting-place  th'  eternal  throne. 

5  There,  hand  in  hand,  firm-linked  at  last, 
And,  heart  to  heart,  enfolded  all, 

We'll  smile  upon  the  troubled  past, 
And  wonder  why  we  wept  at  all. 


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1  Descend  from  heaven,  immortal  Dove! 
Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings ; 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things, — 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  Oh  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight, 
Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  sits  our  Saviour,  crowned  with  light, 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

Doxology.  1j«  M« 

Eternal  Father  of  the  Word, 
Eternal  Son,  co-equal  King, 
Eternal  Spirit,  God  and  Lord, 
To  thee  unceasing  praise  we  bring. 

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2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God 
That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  jo}', 
And  the  bright  armies  sing: 
"Mortals  !  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King. 

4  "The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 
Removes  his  blest  abode, — 

Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he,  the  loving  God. 

5  "His  own  soft  hands  shall  wipe  the  tears, 
From  every  weeping  eye  ; 

And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and  fears, 
And  death  itself  shall  die." 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour!  oh,  how  long 
Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 

Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  da}- ! 


firn   i     "Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  p      -jir 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-withering  flowers : 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood 
Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

•i  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea  ; 

And  linger,  shivering,  on  the  brink, 

And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remote, 
Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 

And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love] 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ! — 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 

Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


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earth."— Rev.  21:  1—5. 


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1  Lo !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 
To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  skies. 


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the  clouds."  *■"  JJ1» 

1  Hope  of  our  hearts  !  0  Lord,  appear, 
Thou  glorious  Star  of  day  ! 

Shine  forth,  and  chase  the  dreary  night, 
And  all  our  fears  away. 

2  .Strangers  on  earth  we  wait  for  thee : 
Oh,  leave  the  Father's  throne  ! 
Come  with  a  shout  of  victory,  Lord, 
And  claim  us  as  thine  own  ! 


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The  trump  of  God  prepare, 

To  call  thy  saints,  the  quick,  the  dead, 
To  meet  thee  in  the  air ! 

4  No  resting-place  we  seek  on  earth, 
No  loveliness  we  see ; 

Our  eye  is  on  the  royal  crown 
Prepared  for  us  and  thee. 

5  But,  oh !  the  thought  of  sharing,  Lord, 
Thy  glorious  throne  above, 

What  is  it  to  the  brighter  hope 
Of  dwelling  in  thy  love  ? 

&2*7  "Now  they  desire  abetter  country."  v«  M. 

1  Oh !  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes  fly 
Above  these  gloomy  shades, 

To  those  bright  worlds  beyond  the  sky 
Which  sorrow  ne'er  invades ! 

2  There  joys  unseen  by  mortal  eyes, 
Or  reason's  feeble  ray, 

In  ever-blooming  prospect  rise, 
Unconscious  of  decay. 

3  Lord !  send  a  beam  of  light  divine 
To  guide  our  upward  aim  ; 

With  one  reviving  touch  of  thine 
Our  languid  hearts  inflame. 

4  Then  shall,  on  faith's  sublimest  wing, 
Our  ardent  wishes  rise 

To  those  bright  scenes,  where  pleasures  spring 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 


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028    " Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains."    v»  Me 

1  Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains, 
To  all  thy  people  known ; 

A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  loved  alone ; — 

2  A  rest  where  all  our  souls'  desire 
Is  fixed  on  things  above  ; 

Where  fear  and  sin  and  grief  expire, 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

3  Oh  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 
Believe  and  enter  in ! 

Now,  Saviour !  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin. 

4  Remove  the  hardness  of  my  heart, 
The  unbelief  remove ; 

To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart — 
The  Sabbath  of  thy  love. 

1  The  whole  creation  groans  and  waits 
Till  we,  who  love  thee,  Lord, 

Shall  stand  within  thy  temple  gates, 
And  shine — the  sons  of  God. 

2  One  with  the  Lord  and  all  his  saints  ! 
Thy  nature  in  our  own ! 

Thy  crown  our  rich  inheritance  ! 
Heirs  to  thy  royal  throne ! 

Doxology.  Q,  Iff. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord ! 


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MORNING. 
DENFIELD.    C.  M. 


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1  God  of  my  life,  my  morning  song 
To  thee  I  cheerful  raise ; 

Thy  acts  of  love  'tis  good  to  sing, 
And  pleasant  'tis  to  praise, 

2  Preserv'd  by  thy  Almighty  arm, 
I  pass'd  the  shades  of  night, 
Serene,  and  safe  from  ev'ry  harm, 
To  see  the  morning  light. 

3  While  numbers  spent  the  night  iu  si 
And  restless  pains  and  woes, 

In  gentle  sleep  I  clos'd  my  eyes, 
And  rose  from  sweet  repose. 

4  Oh  let  the  same  Almighty  care 
Through  all  this  day  attend  : 
From  ev'ry  danger,  ev'ry  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 

5  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 
And  guide  my  future  days; 

And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 

o31.  Morning  Hymn.  Kj» 

1  Giver  and  Guardian  of  our  sleep, 
To  praise  Thy  name  we  wake ; 


M.  Still,  Lord,  Thy  helpless  servants  keep, 
For  Thine  own  menu's  sake! 

2  The  blessing  of  another  day 
We  thankfully  receive ; 
Oh  may  we  only  Thoe  obey, 
And  to  Thy  glory  live. 

3  Upon  us  lay  Thy  mighty  hand  ; 
Our  words  and  thoughts  restrain  ; 
And  bow  our  souls  to  Thy  command, 
Nor  let  our  faith  be  vain 


532  Morning  Hymn,  C.  M. 

1  0  God,  that  madest  earth  and  sky, 
The  darkness  and  the  day, 

Give  ear  to  this  Thy  family, 
And  help  us  when  we  pray  ! 

2  The  cross  our  Master  hore  for  us' 
For  Him  we  fain  would  bear ; 

But  mortal  strength  to  weakness  turns, 
And  courage  to  despair. 

3  Then  mercy  on  our  failings,  Lord! 
Our  sinking  faith  renew  ! 

And  when  Thy  sorrows  visit  us, 
Oh  send  Thy  patience  too  ! 


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1  Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  ; 
I  am  forever  thine, 

1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 
From  cares  and  business  free, 
'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice  ; 
And  when  my  work  is  done, 

Great  God!  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 
I  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep ; 

Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  daj-s, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 


534, 


Evening  Hymn. 


CM. 


1  I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cumbering  care, 

And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love,  in  solitude,  to  shed 
The  penitential  tear ; 

And  all  His  promises  to  plead 
"Where  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 
And  future  good  implore  ; 

And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 


4  I  love,  by  faith,  to  take  a  view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 

The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 
May  its  departing  ray 

Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

535  Evening  Hymn.  '  C  M. 

1  Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 
Let  flames  of  love  arise  ; 

Assist  us,  Lord !  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied 
Have  made  up  all  this  day; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  fleet,  more  free,  than  they. 

3  New  time,  new  favors  and  new  joys 
Do  a  new  song  require  ; 

Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 
Accept  our  hearts'  desire. 

4  Lord  of  our  time !  whose  hand  hath  set 
New  time  upon  our  score, 

Thee  may  we  praise  for  all  our  time, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


Doxology. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 


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1  0  Christ!  with  each  returning  morn 
Thine  image  to  our  heart  be  borne  ; 
And  may  we  ever  clearly  see 

Our  God  and  Saviour,  Lord,  in  thee ! 

2  All  hallowed  be  our  walk  this  day ; 
May  meekness  form  our  early  ray, 
And  faithful  love  our  noontide  light, 
And  hope  our  sunset,  calm  and  bright. 

3  May  grace  each  idle  thought  control, 
And  sanctify  our  wajTward  soul; 

May  guile  depart,  and  malice  cease, 
And  all  within  be  joy  and  peace. 

4  Our  daily  course,  0  Jesus,  bless ; 
Make  plain  the  way  of  holiness : 
From  sudden  falls  our  feet  defend, 
And  cheer  at  last  our  journey's  end. 


537 


L.M, 


The  Morning  Sacrifice. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Awake,  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who  all  night  long  unwearied  sing 
High  praises  to  th'  eternal  King. 

3  Glory  to  thee,  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  while  I  slept ; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  ma^-  of  endless  life  partake. 


4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew : 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 


538 


L.M. 


Morning  Hymn. 

1  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove  ; 
Thro'  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life  and  power  and  thought. 

2  New  mercies  each  returning  day 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray, 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven. 
New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

3  If,  on  our  daily  course,  our  mind 
Be  set  to  hallow  all  we  find, 
New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

4  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Will  furnish  all  we  need  to  ask, 
Room  to  deny  ourselves,  a  road 
To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 

5  Only,  O  Lord !  in  thy  dear  love, 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above, 
And  help  us  this  and  every  day 
|To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 


190 


EVENING. 


HURSIiET.    L.  M. 


539 


"Abide  with  lis." 


L.M, 


1  Sun  of  my  soul !  thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  thou  be  near : 

Oh,  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes! 

2  "When  soft  the  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought, — how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast! 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  Be  near  to  bless  me  when  I  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  my  way  I  take ; 
Abide  with  me  till  in  thy  love 

I  lose  myself  in  heaven  above. 

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Thy  wings." 

1  Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  oh,  keep  me,  King  of  kings  ! 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord  !  through  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  which  I  this  day  have  done; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  thy  judgment  day. 


4  Be  thou  my  guardian  while  I  sleep, 
Thy  watchful  station  near  me  keep ; 
My  heart  with  love  celestial  fill, 

And  guard  me  from  th'  approach  of  ill. 

5  Lord,  let  my  soul  forever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care  ! 

'T  is  heaven  on  earth,  't  is  heaven  above, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love. 

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1  Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on ; 
Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home ; , 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past : 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  Faith  in  thy  name  forbids  my  fear; 
Oh,  may  thy  presence  ne'er  depart ! 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  thy  heart. 

4  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

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Glory  to  thee,  0  God,  most  high ! 
Father,  we  praise  thy  majesty! 
The  Son,  the  Spirit,  we  adore, 
One  Godhead,  blest  for  evermore ! 


191 


MORNING. 


LUTHER. 


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54r2  Cftra*  «7ie  Day-star. 

1  We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee, 
Thou  Day-star  from  on  high : 
The  sun  itself  is  but  thy  shade, 
Yet  cheers  both  earth  and  sky. 

2  Oh,  let  thy  rising  beams 
Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 
And  let  the  glories  of  thy  love, 
Come  like  the  morning  light! 

3  How  beauteous  nature  now  ! 
How  dark  and  sad  before  ! — 

With  joy  we  view  the  pleasing  change, 
And  nature's  God  adore. 

4  May  we  this  life  improve, 
To  mourn  for  errors  past ; 

And  live  this  short  revolving  day 
As  if  it  were  our  last. 

Ori3  Morning  Hymn.  S.    M. 

1  Serene  I  laid  me  down 
Beneath  God's  guardian  care  ; 

1  slept,  and  I  awoke  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near. 

2  Oh,  how  shall  T  repay 
The  bounties  of  my  God? 
This  feeble  spirit  pants  beneath 
The  pleasing,  painful  load. 

3  Dear  Saviour  !  to  thy  cross 
I  bring  my  sacrifice  ; 
Tinged  with  thy  blood,  it  shall  ascend 
With  fragrance  to  the  skies. 


5  My  life  I  would  anew 
Devote,  0  Lord  !  to  thee, 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

54:4:  Morning  Hymn.  S.    31. 

1  My  God  !  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  Thee  mine; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail, 
To  taste  Thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty  fainting  soul 
Thy  mercy  doth  implore; 
Not  travelers  in  desert  lands, 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  For  life,  without  Thy  love, 
No  relish  can  afford  : 

No  joy  can  be  compared  to  this, 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

-t  In  wakeful  hours  at  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind ; 

I  think  how  wise  Thy  counsels  are, 

And  all  Thy  dealings  kind. 

5  Since  Thou  hast  been  my  help, 
To  Thee  my  spirit  flies  ; 
And  on  Thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 


545  Morning  Hymn. 

1  Blest  be  Thy  love,  dear  Lord, 
That  taught  us  this  sweet  way, 
Only  to  love  Thee  for  Thyself, 
And  lor  that  love  obc}\ 

192 


S.  M. 


EVENING. 


LISBON".    S.  M. 


2  0  Thou,  our  souls'  chief  Hope  ! 
We  to  Thy  mercy  fly ; 

Where'er  we  are,  Thou  canst  protect, 
Whate'er  we  need,  suppry. 

3  Whether  we  sleep  or  wake, 
To  Thee  we  both  resign  ; 

By  night  we  see,  as  well  as  day, 
If  Thy  light  on  us  shine. 

4  Whether  we  live  or  die, 
Both  we  submit  to  Thee ; 

In  death  we  live,  as  well  as  life, 
If  Thine  in  death  we  be. 


2  I  lay  my  garments  by, 
Upon  my  bed  to  rest ; 

So  death  will  soon  remove  me  hence, 
And  leave  my  soul  undressed. 

3  Lord !  keep  me  safe  this  night, 
Secure  from  all  my  fears  ; 

May  angels  guard  me  while  I  sleep 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  my  days  are  past, 
And  I  from  time  remove, 
Lord  !  may  I  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


546 


Evening  Hymn. 


S.M, 


1  The  day,  0  Lord  !  is  spent; 
Abide  with  us,  and  rest ; 

Our  hearts'  desires  are  fully  bent 
On  making  thee  our  guest. 

2  We  have  not  reached  that  land, 
That  happy  land,  as  yet, 

Where  holy  angels  round  thee  stand 
Whose  sun  can  never  set. 

3  Our  sun  is  sinking  now ; 
Our  day  is  almost  o'er; 

0  Sun  of  Righteousness !  do  thou 
Shine  on  us  evermore. 


547 


Evening  Hymn. 


S.M. 


1  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  evening  shades  appear ; 
Oh,  may  I  ever  keep  in  mind 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

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548 


Evening  Hymn. 


S.M. 


1  To-morrow,  Lord !  is  thine, 
Lodged  in  thy  sov'reign  hand  ; 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 

2  The  present  moment  flies, 
And  bears  our  life  away  : 

Oh,  make  thy  servants  truly  wise, 
That  they  may  live  to-day. 

3  One  thing  demands  our  care ; 
Oh,  be  it  still  pursued, 

Lest,  slighted  once,  the  season  fair 
Should  never  be  renewed. 


4  To  Jesus  may  we  fly 

Swift  as  the  morning  light, 

Lest  life's  young  golden  beam  should  die 

In  sudden,  endless  night. 

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1  God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice 
The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise, 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies : 

2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  east 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins ; 

And,  without  weariness  or  rest, 
Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  shines. 

3  0  like  the  sun,  may  I  fulfil 
The  appointed  duties  of  the  day ; 
With  ready  mind  and  active  will 
March  on  and  keep  my  heavenly  way ! 

4  But  I  shall  rove,  and  lose  the  race, 
If  God,  my  Sun,  should  disappear, 
And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wide  maze. 
To  follow  every  wandering  star. 

5  Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss: 
All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 
Are  faint  and  cold  compared  with  this. 


550 


Morning  Hymn. 


L.M 


1  Forth  in  thy  name,  O  Lord,  I  go, 
My  daily  labor  to  pursue, 

Thee,  only  thee,  resolved  to  know, 
In  all  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do. 

2  The  task  thy  wisdom  hath  assigned, 
0  let  me  cheerfully  fulfil ; 

In  all  my  works  thy  presence  find, 
And  prove  thy  good  and  perfect  will. 


Thee  may  I  set  at  my  right  hand, 
Whose  eyes  my  inmost  substance  see, 
And  labor  on  at  thy  command, 
And  offer  all  my  works  to  thee. 

4  Give  me  to  bear  thy  easy  yoke, 
And  every  moment  watch  and  pray ; 
And  still  to  things  eternal  look, 
And  hasten  to  thy  glorious  day; 

5  For  thee  delightfully  employ 
Whate'er  thy  bounteous  grace  hath  given, 
And  run  my  course  with  even  jov, 
And  closely  walk  with  thee  to  heaven. 


551 


L.M. 


Morning  Hymn. 

1  Lord !  let  my  heart  still  turn  to  Thee, 
In  all  my  hours  of  waking  thought; 
Nor  let  this  heart  e'er  wish  to  flee, 

Or  think,  or  feel,  where  Thou  art  not. 

2  In  every  hour  of  pain  and  woe, 
When  nought  on  earth  this  heart  tan  theer, 
When  sighs  will  burst  and  tears  will  flow, 
Lord,  hush  the  sigh  and  chase  the  tear.  J 

3  In  every  dream  of  earthly  bliss, 
Do  Thou,  dear  Jesus,  present  be  ; 
Nor  let  a  thought  of  happiness 
On  earth  intrude  apart  from  Thee  ! 

4  To  my  last  ling' ring  thought  at  night, 
Do  Thou,  Lord  Jesus,  still  be  near ; 
And  ere  the  dawn  of  opening  light, 

In  still,  small  accents  wake  mine  ear. 

194 


EVENING. 


HAMBURG. 


552  Evening  Hymn.  L.  M. 

1  My  God !  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 
Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  evening  new, 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distill  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread' st  the  curtain  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ! 
Thy  sov' reign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command, 
To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 


553  Evening  Hymn.  Li*    M. 

1  All  praise  to  thee,  my  God  !  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  oh  keep  me,  King  of  kings  ! 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord !  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done, 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee 

I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed, 

To  die  that  this  vile  body  may 
Bise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 


5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply ; 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  power  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  Oh,  when  shall  I  in  endless  day 
For  ever  chase  dark  sleep  away, 
And  praise  with  the  angelic  choir 
Incessant  sing,  and  never  tire  ? 


554: 


Evening  Hymn. 


L.  M. 


1  Great  God !  to  thee  my  evening  soitg 
With  humble  gratitude  I  raise : 
Oh,  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

2  My  days,  unclouded  as  they  pass, 
And  every  gentle,  rolling  hour, 
Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

3  And  yet  this  thoughtless,  wretched  heart, 
Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love 
Ungrateful  can  from  thee  depart, 
And,  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 

4  Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 
Of  Jesus;  his  dear  name  alone 
I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  Gcd ! 
And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 

4  Oh  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose,  5  Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  dose —  With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame ; 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make  Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake.  |And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 

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Matt.  11 :  28,29. 

1  Come,  ye  disconsolate  !  where'er  ye  languish, 
Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel ; 

Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts ;  here  tell  your  anguish 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  that  heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate !  Light  of  the  straying  ! 
Hope,  when  all  others  die,  fadeless  and  pure  ! 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  God's  name  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  life ;  see  waters  flowing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  boundless  in  love : 
Come  to  the  feast  prepared ;  come,  ever  knowing, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow,  but  heaven  can  remove. 

•  Tlie  Star  in  the  East. 

1  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning ! 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining ; 
Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall: 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all ! 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine  ? 

Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 
Vainly  with  gold  would  his  favors  secure : 
Richer,  by  far,  is. the  heart's  adoration; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning ! 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

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1  Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest  Home ! 
All  is  safely  gathered  in, 

Ere  the  winter  storms  begin : 
God  our  Maker  doth  provide 
For  our  wants  to  be  supplied  : 
Come  to  God's  own  temple,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest  Home ! 

2  We  ourselves  are  God's  own  field, 
Fruit  unto  his  praise  to  yield  : 
Wheat  and  tares  together  sown, 
Unto  joy  or  sorrow  grown  : 

First  the  blade,  and  then  the  ear, 
Then  the  full  corn  shall  appear : 
Grant,  0  Harvest-Lord,  that  we 
Wholesome  grain  and  pure  may  be  ! 

3  For  the  Lord  our  God  shall  come, 
And  shall  take  his  harvest  home : 
From  his  field  shall  in  that  day 
All  offences  purge  away : 

Give  his  angels  charge  at  last 
In  the  fire  the  tares  to  cast: 
But  the  fruitful  ears  to  store 
In  his  garner  evermore. 


4  Then,  thou  Church  Triumphant,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest  Home  ! 
All  are  safely  gathered  in, 
Free  from  sorrow,  free  from  sin : 
There,  forever  purified, 
In  God's  garner  to  abide  : 
Come,  ten  thousand  angels,  come, 
Raise  the  glorious  Harvest  Home ! 


558  Ps.  84. 

1  Pleasant  are  thy  courts  above, 
In  the  land  of  light  and  love  ; 
Pleasant  are  thy  courts  below, 
In  this  land  of  sin  and  woe. 
Oh,  my  spirit  longs  and  faints 
For  the  converse  of  thy  saints, 
For  the  brightness  of  thy  face, 
For  thy  fullness,  God  of  grace ! 

2  Lord,  be  mine  this  prize  to  win, 
Guide  me  through  this  world  of  sin  ; 
Keep  me  by  thy  saving  grace, 

Give  me  at  thy  side  a  place ; 
Sun  and  Shield  alike  thou  art, 
Guide  and  guard  my  erring  heart; 
Grace  and  glory  flow  from  thee, 
Shed,  oh,  shed  them,  Lord,  on  me, 
197 


7s. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


WALNUT  STREET  CHANT ;  or,  The  Golden  Gates.    C.  M. 


559  John  14  :  3.  C.  M. 

1  The  golden  gates  are  lifted  up, 
The  doors  are  opened  wide, 
The  King  ol  glory  is  gone  in 
Unto  his  Father's  side. 

2  Thou  art  gone  up  before  us,  Lord, 
To  make  for  us  a  place, 

That  we  may  be  where  now  thou  art, 
And  look  upon  God's  face. 

3  And  ever  on  thine  earthly  path 
A  gleam  of  glory  lies ; 

A  light  still  breaks  behind  the  cloud 
That  vailed  thee  from  our  eyes. 

4  Lift  up  our  hearts,  lift  up  our  minds, 
Let  thy  dear  grace  be  given, 

That  while  we  tarry  here  below, 
Our  treasure  be  in  heaven ! 

5  That  where  thou  art,  at  God's  right  hand, 
Our  hope,  our  love  may  be; 

Dwell  thou  in  us,  that  we  may  dwell 
Forevermore  in  thee ! 


560 


Ps.  G8:  19. 


CM. 


1  Salvation  ! — oh,  the  joyful  sound  ! 
'T  is  pleasure  to  our  ears  ; 

A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay; — 


But  we  arise  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenij'  day. 

3  Salvation ! — let  the  echo  fly 
The  spacious  earth  around; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 


561 


Job.  1 :  21. 


CM. 


1  One  prayer  I  have — all  prayers  iu  one — 
When  I  am  wholly  thine  ; 

Thy  will,  my  God,  thy  will  be  done, 
And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

2  All-wise,  almiglny',  and  all-good, 
In  thee  I  firmly  trust; 

Thy  ways,  unknown  or  understood, 
Are  merciful  and  just. 

3  May  I  remember  that  to  thee 
Whate'er  I  have  I  owe ; 

And  back,  in  gratitude,  from  me 
May  all  thy  bounties  flow. 

4  And  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away, 
Shall  I  arraign  thy  will  ? 

No,  let  me  bless  thy  name,  and  say, 
"The  Lord  is  gracious  still." 


5  A  pilgrim  through  the  earth  I  roam, 
Of  nothing  long  possessed; 
And  all  must  fail  when  I  go  home, 
For  this  is  not  my  rest. 

198 


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BEETHOVEN;  or,  "While  O'er  the  Deep.    L.  M. 


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562 


Isa63:  13. 


L.M. 


1.  While  o'er  the  deep  thy  servants  sail, 
Send  thou,  O  Lord,  the  prosperous  gale ; 
And  on  their  hearts  where'er  they  go, 
Oh,  let  thy  heavenly  breezes  How ! 

2  If  on  the  morning's  wings  they  fly, 
They  will  not  pass  beyond  thine  eye  ; 
The  wanderer's  prayer  thou  bend'st  to  hear, 
And  faith  exults  to  know  thee  near. 

3  When  tempests  rock  the  groaning  bark, 
Oh,  hide  them  safe  in  Jesus'  ark  ! 
When  in  the  tempting  port  they  ride, 
Oh,  keep  them  safe  at  Jesus'  side ! 

4  If  life's  wide  ocean  smile  or  roar, 
Still  guide  them  to  the  heavenly  shore ; 
And  grant  their  dust  in  Christ  may  sleep. 
Abroad,  at  home,  or  in  the  deep. 

pr/30     "So  He  bringeth  them  unto  their     -r     -iir 
ODD  desired  haven."  l"  lu» 

1  Almighty  Father,  hear  our  cry, 
As  o'er  the  trackless  deep  we  roam ; 
Be  Thou  our  haven  always  nigh, 

On  homeless  waters  Thou  our  home ! 

2  0  Jesus,  Saviour,  at  whose  voice 
The  tempest  sank  to  perfect  rest, 
Bid  Thou  the  mourner's  heart  rejoice, 
And  cleanse  and  calm  the  troubled  brea 


Command  Thy  blessing  in  this  hour, 
Thy  fostering  warmth,  Thy  quickening  might. 


564: 


Rev.  21 :  23. 


L.M. 


1  A  light  streams  downward  from  the  sky, 
An  open  door  the  radiance  shows, 
Through  which  the  ransomed  spirits  fly, 
To  enter  bliss  no  mortal  knows. 

2  Girded  with  gladness  in  that  home, 
No  soul  its  sackcloth  ever  wears ; 

No  sickness,  griefs,  or  fears  can  come, 
Nor  burdened  heart  with  heavy  cares. 

3  A  tree  of  life,  with  pleasant  shade, 
Grows  in  that  upper  Paradise ; 
Renewed  from  Eden's  early  glade, 
Its  various  fruit  each  want  supplies. 

4  There  flowers  of  grace  in  beauty  stand, 
With  fragrance  of  immortal  bloom  ; 

No  blighting  breath,  nor  icy  hand, 
Demands  their  sweetness  for  the  tomb. 

5  Sweet  sinless  home!  my  spirit  longs 
To  mount  the  skies,  and  breathe  thine  air ; 
With  grateful  heart  to  join  the  songs, 
Whose  rolling  tide  flows  ceaseless  there  ! 


3  0  Holy  Ghost,  beneath  whose  power 
The  ocean  woke  to  life  and  li^ht, 


Doxology.  L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven ! 


199 


MISCELLANEOUS. 
NOKTHAMPTON,  or  "When  Adverse  "Winds. 


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565 


Deu<.  33 :  25. 


L.M. 


1  When  adverse  winds  and  waves  arise, 
And  in  my  heart  despondence  sighs ; 
When  life  her  throng  of  cares  reveals, 
And  weakness  o'er  my  spirit  steals, 
Grateful  I  hear  the  kind  decree, 
That  "as  my  day,  my  strength  shall  be." 

2  One  trial  more  must  yet  he  past, 
One  pang — the  keenest  and  the  last; 
And  when,  with  brow  convulsed  and  pale, 
My  feeble,  quivering  heart-strings  fail, 
Redeemer !  grant  my  soul  to  see 
That  "as  her  day,  her  strength  shall  be." 


566 


Ps.  84 :  3. 


L.M. 


1  Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  thine  altar's  shade  we  fly  ; 
Forth  from  the  world  its  hope  and  fear, 
Father,  we  seek  thy  shelter  here ; 
Weary  and  weak,  thy  grace  we  pray ; 
Turn  not,  0  Lord,  thy  guests  away. 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain 
Long  have  we  sought  thy  rest  in  vain; 


Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost, 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tossed; 
Low  at  thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay ; 
Turn  not,  0  Lord,  thy  guests  awaj\ 

567  Phil.  4:19.  L.M. 

1  None  loves  me,  Saviour,  with  thy  love; 
None  else  can  meet  such  needs  as  mine; 
Oh !  grant  me,  as  thou  shalt  approve, 
All  that  befits  a  child  of  thine  ! 
From  every  fear  and  doubt  release, 
And  give  me  confidence  and  peace. 

2  Give  me  a  faith  shall  never  fail, 
One  that  shall  always  work  by  love; 
And  then,  whatever  foes  assail, 
They  shall  but  higher  courage  move 
More  boldly  for  the  truth  to  strive, 
And  more  by  faith  in  thee  to  live. 

568  Jer.  8:22.  L.M. 

1  Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 
Hath  taught  each  scene  the  notes  of  woe; 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 
And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow  ; 
Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found, 
To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  wound. 

200 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


MABEIAGE.    S.  M. 


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To  bless  the  marriage  day,       When  Jesus  deigned  in  Cana's  hall,     To  bless  the  marriage    day. 


John  2 :  2. 


S.M, 


569 

1  How  -welcome  was  the  call, 
And  sweet  the  festal  lay, 

When  Jesus'  deigned  in  Cana's  hall 
To  bless  the  marriage  day. 

2  0  Lord  of  life  and  love, 
Come  Thou  again  to-day ; 

And  bring  a  blessing  from  above 
That  ne'er  shall  pass  away. 


3  0  bless,  as  erst  of  old, 

The  Bridegroom  and  the  Bride ; 

Bless  with  the  holier  stream  that  flowed 

Forth  from  Thy  pierced  side. 

4  Before  Thine  altar-throne 
This  mercy  we  implore  ; 

As  Thou  dost  knit  them,  Lord,  in  one, 
So  bless  them  evermore. 


In  joy  or  sorrow — life  or  death — 
His  love  is  still  the  same. 


571 


570  Love  of  God. 

]   In  every  trying  hour 
My  soul  to  Jesus  flies ; 

1  trust  in  his  almighty  power, 
When  swelling  billows  rise. 

2  His  comforts  bear  me  up ; 
I  trust  a  faithful  God  ; 

The  sure  foundation  of  my  hope 
Is  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

3  Loud  hallelujahs  sing 
To  our  Redeemer's  name; 


S.M, 


2  Cor.  5 :  7. 


S.M. 


If,  through  unruffled  seas, 
Toward  heaven  we  calmly  sail, 
With  grateful  hearts,  0  God,  to  thee, 
We'll  own  the  favoring  gale. 

2  But  should  the  surges  rise, 
And  rest  delay  to  come, 

Blest  be  the  sorrow — kind  the  storm, 
Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 

3  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 
All  yield  to  thy  control : 

Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

4  Teach  us,  in  every  state, 
To  make  thy  will  our  own  ; 

And  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  live  by  faith  alone. 

572  Ps.  12C:  5.  S.M. 

1  The  harvest  dawn  is  near, 
The  year  delays  not  long ; 

And  he  who  sows  with  many  a  tear, 
Shall  reap  with  many  a  song. 

2  Sad  to  his  toil  he  goes, 

His  seed  with  weeping  leaves  ; 

But  he  shall  come,  at  twilight's  close, 

And  bring  his  golden  sheaves. 


201 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


SING  OF  JESUS.    8s  &  5s. 


573  Rev.  5 :  9-13. 

1  Sing  of  Jesus,  sing  forever 
Of  the  love  that  changes  never ! 
Who,  or  what,  from  Him  can  sever 
Those  He  makes  His  own  ? 

2  With  His  blood  the  Lord  hath  bought 

them, 
When  they  knew  Him  not  He  sought 

them, 
And  from  all  their  wanderings  brought 

them ; 
His  the  praise  alone. 

3  Through  the  desert  Jesus  leads  them, 
With  the  bread  of  heaven  he  feeds  them, 
And  through  all  their  way  He  speeds 

them 
To  their  home  above. 

4  There  they  see  the  Lord  who  bought 

them, 
Him  who  came  from  Heaven  and  sought 

them, 
Him  who  by  His  Spirit  taught  them 
Him  they  serve  and  love. 


8s&5s.  574r  Rev.  5: 9-i3.  8s  &  5s. 

1  Saints  in  glory  !  we  together 
Know  the  song  that  ceases  never  ; 
Song  of  songs  Thou  art,  0  Saviour, 
All  that  endless  day. 

2  Theme  of  Adam  when  forgiven, 
Theme  of  Abraham,  David,  Stephen ; 
Souls,  ye  chant  it  entering  HeaveD, 
Now,  henceforth,  alway. 

3  0  the  God-man  !     0  Immanuel ! 
Cloud  by  day  !     Jehovah-Angel ! 
Fire  by  night !     He  led  His  Israel, 
So  He  leads  us  home. 

4  Come,  ye  angels,  round  us  gather, 
While  to  Jesus  we  draw  nearer ; 
In  His  throne  He'll  seat  forever, 
Those  for  whom  he  died. 

5  Underneath  His  throne,  a  river 
Clear  as  crystal  flows  forever, 
Like  His  fulness,  failing  never : 
Hail  enthroned  Lamb ! 

6  Oh  the  unsearchable  Redeemer ! 
Shoreless  Ocean,  sounded  never ! 
Yesterday,  to-day,  forever, 
Jesus  Christ,  the  same. 

202 


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THE  VOICE  OF  FBEE  GBACE.    12s. 


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praise  him    a-gain,  when  we  pass  o-ver  Jordan, 


Ill  ^  ^  s^i/  V 

Sing  the  small  notes  for  the  576th  hymn. 


2  Ye  souiS  that  are  wounded !  oh,  flee  to 

the  Saviour ! 
He  calls  you  in  mercy,  'tis  infinite  favor ; 
Your  sins  are  increasing,  escape  to  the 

mountain — 
His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows  from 

the  fountain. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  etc. 

3  0   Jesus!  ride  onward,  triumphantly 

glorious ! 
O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  thou  art  more 

than  victorious ; 
Thy   name   is   the  theme   of  the  great 

congregation, 
"While  angels  and  men  raise  the  shout  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  etc. 

4  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped 

to  the  shore ; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we'll  praise 
him  the  more ; 


We'll  range  the  sweet  plains  on  the  banks  of  the  river, 

And  sing  of  salvation  forever  and  ever ! 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  etc. 

576  John  11 :  25.  l^S. 

1  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  but  we  will 

not  deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encompass 

the  tomb ; 
The   Saviour   hath   passed   through  its 

portals  before  thee ; 
And  the  Lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide 

through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  but  we 

will  not  deplore  thee, 

Since  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian, 
thy  guide ; 

He  gave  thee,  he  took  thee,  and  he  will 
restore  thee ; 

And  death  hath  no  sting,  since  the  Sa- 
viour hath  died. 


203 


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"WE  PRAI3E  THEE,  O  GOD.    lis  &  12s. 


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577  TTe  prawe /ftce.  lis  &  12s. 

1  We  praise  thee,  0  God  !  for  the  Son  of  thy  love, 
For  Jesus,  who  died,  and  is  now  gone  above. 

Chorus. — Hallelujah!  thine  the  glory,  Hallelujah!  Amen. 

Hallelujah !  thine  the  glory,  We  praise  thee  again. 

2  "We  praise  thee,  0  God  !  for  thy  Spirit  of  light ! 

Who  has  shown  us  the  Saviour,  and  scattered  our  night. — Cho. 

3  All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 

Who  hath  borne  all  our  sins,  and  has  cleansed  every  stain. —  Cho. 

4  Revive  us  again  :  fill  each  heart  with  thy  love! 

May  our  souls  be  rekindled  with  fire  from  above. —  Clio. 


573 


lis  &  12s. 


Bejoice  and  be  glad. 

1  Rejoice  and  be  glad !  the  Redeemer  has  come  ! 
Go  look  on  his  cradle,  his  cross,  and  his  tomb. 

Chorcs. — Sound  his  praises,  tell  the  story,  of  him  who  was  slain 
Sound  his  praises,  tell  with  gladness  he  liveth  again. 

2  Rejoice  and  be  glad  !  it  is  sunshine  at  last   ! 
The  clouds  have  departed,  the  shadows  are  past. 

3  Rejoice  and  be  glad  !  for  the  blood  hath  been  shed  ! 
Redemption  is  finished,  the  price  hath  been  paid. 

4  Rejoice  and  be  glad  !  now  the  pardon  is  free ! 
The  Just  for  the  unjust,  has  died  on  the  tree. 

5  Rejoice  and  be  glad  !  for  the  Lamb  that  was  slain 
O'er  death  is  triumphant,  and  liveth  again. 

6  Rejoice  and  be  glad  !  for  our  King  is  on  high, 
[     He  pleadeth  for  us,  on  his  throne  in  the  sky. 

7  Rejoice  and  be  glad!  for  he  cometh  again; 
He  cometh  in  glory,  the  Lamb  that  was  slain. 

204 


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EVENTIDE.    10s. 


579 


Abide  with  me. 


1  Abide  with  me  !  Fast  falls  the  eventide  ; 
The  darkness  deepens ;  Lord,  with  me  abide  ! 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts  flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  oh,  abide  with  me  ! 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little  day; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away  ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see ; 

0  thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with  me  ! 

3  Come  not  in  terrors,  as  the  King  of  kings, 
But  kind  and  good,  with  healing  in  thy  wings ; 
Tears  for  all  woes,  a  heart  for  every  plea  : 
Come,  Friend  of  sinners,  thus  abide  with  me ! 

4  I  need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour ; 

What  but  thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's  power  ? 
Who  like  thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be  ? 
Through  cloud  and  sunshine,  oh,  abide  with  me ! 

5  I  fear  no  foe,  with  thee  at  hand  to  bless  ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitterness : 
Where  is  death's  sting  ?  where,  grave,  thy  victory  ? 

1  triumph  still,  if  thou  abide  with  me. 


6  Hold  thou  thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes ; 

Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the  skies ; 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's  vain  shadows  flee! 
In  life,  in  death,  0  Lord,  abide  with  me ! 

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1  0  holy  Saviour,  Friend  unseen  ! 
Since  on  thine  arm  thou  bid'st  me  lean, 
Help  me,  throughout  life's  varying  scene, 
By  faith  to  cling  to  thee, — to  thee. 

2  Blest  with  this  fellowship  divine, 
Take  what  thou  wilt,  I'll  ne'er  repine; 
E'en  as  the  branches  to  the  vine, 

My  soul  would  cling  to  thee, — to  thee. 

3  Far  from  my  home,  fatigued,  oi( 
Here  have  I  found  a  place  of  rest ; 
An  exile  still,  yet  not  unblest, 
While  I  can  cling  to  thee, — to  thee. 

4  What  though  the  world  deceitful  prove, 
And  earthly  friends  and  hopes  remove  ? 
With  patient,  uncomplaining  love 

Still  would  I  cling  to  thee, — to  thee. 

5  Oft,  when  I  seem  to  tread  alone 
Some  barren  waste,  with  thorns  o'ergrown, 
Thy  voice  of  love  in  gentlest  tone, 
Whispers,  "Still  cling  to  me, — to  me." 


6  Though  faith  and  hope  may  long  be  tried, 
I  ask  not,  need  not,  aught  beside ; 
How  safe,  how  calm,  how  satisfied, 
The  souls  that  cling  to  thee, — to  thee ! 


581 


8s  &  6s. 


1  0  Thou  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend, 
Who  loving,  lov'st  them  to  the  end, 
On  this  alone  my  hopes  depend, 
That  thou  wilt  plead  for  me, — for  me. 

2  When,  weary  in  the  Christian  race, 
Far  off  appears  my  resting  place, 
And  fainting  I  mistrust  thy  grace, 
Then,  Saviour  !  plead  for  me, — for  me. 

3  When  I  have  erred,  and  gone  astray, 
Afar  from  thine  and  wisdom's  way, 
And  see  no  glimmering  guiding  ray, 
Still,  Saviour !  plead  for  me, — for  me. 

4  When  Satan,  by  my  sins  made  bold, 
Strives  from  thy  cross  to  loose  my  hold, 
Then,  with  thy  pitying  arms,  enfold, 
And  plead,  oh  plead  for  me, — for  me. 

5  And,  when  my  dying  hour  draws  near, 
Darkened  with  anguish,  guilt,  and  fear, 
Then  to  my  fainting  sight  appear, 
Pleading  in  heaven  for  me, — for  me. 


6  When  the  full  light  of  heavenly  day 
Reveals  my  sins  in  dread  array, 
Say  thou  hast  washed  them  all  away ; 
Oh,  say  thou  plead' st  for  me, — for  me, 

206 


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582    All  Glory,  Praise,  and  Honor.   7S&6S, 

1  All  glory,  praise,  and  honor 
To  thee,  Redeemer  King! 

To  whom  the  lips  of  children 
Made  sweet  hosannas  ring. 

Cho. — All  glory,  praise  and  honor 
To  thee,  Redeemer  King! 
To  whom  the  lips  of  children 
Made  sweet  hosannas  ring. 

2  Thou  art  the  King  of  Israel, 
Thou  David's  royal  Son, 

Who  in  the  Lord's  name  comest, 

The  King  and  blessed  one.  Cho. 

3  The  company  of  angels 
Are  praising  thee  on  high  ; 
And  mortal  men,  and  all  things 
Created  make  reply.  Cho. 

4  The  people  of  the  Hebrews 
With  palms  before  thee  went ; 

Our  praise  and  prayer  and  anthems 
Before  thee  we  present.  Cho. 

5  To  thee  before  thy  passion 
They  sang  their  hymns  of  praise ; 


To  thee  amidst  thy  glory 
Our  melody  we  raise. 


Cho. 


6  Thou  didst  accept  their  praises  ; 

Accept  the  prayers  we  bring, 

Who  in  all  good  delightest, 

Thou  good  and  gracious  king !        Clio. 


583 


Come,  let  us  sing. 


7s  &  6s. 


1  Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 
While  hearts  and  accents  blend ; 
Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

The  sinner's  only  Friend.  Cho. 

2  His  holy  soul  rejoices, 
Amid  the  choirs  above, 

To  hear  our  youthful  voices 

Exulting  in  his  love.  Cho. 

3  We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 
Who  died  our  souls  to  save ; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  grave.  Cho. 

4  And  in  our  hour  of  danger 
We'll  trust  his  love  alone 
Who  once  slept  in  a  manger, 

And  now  sits  on  the  throne.  Cho. 


207 


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GOING  HOME.    L.  M. 


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2  My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high, 
Far,  far  above  the  starry  sky ; 
When  from  this  earthly  prison  free, 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. 

Cho. 

3  While  here,  a  stranger  far  from  home. 
Afliction's  waves  may  round  me  foam  ; 
And,  tho'  like  Lazarus,  sick  and  poor, 
My  heavenly  mansion  is  secure.      Cho. 


4  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 
Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o'erflow, 
Be  mine  a  happier  lot,  to  own 

A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 

Cho. 

5  Then  fail  the  earth,  let  stars  decline, 
And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine, 


All  nature  sink  and  cease  to  be, 
That  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  me. 

Cho. 


585 


Ps.  119 :  151. 


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1  0  Love  Divine !  that  stooped  to  share 
Our  sharpest  pang,  our  bitterest  tear, 
On  thee  we  cast  each  earth-born  care, 
We  smile  at  pain  while  thou  art  near. 

Cho. 

2  Though  long  the  weary  way  we  tread,' 
And  sorrow  crown  each  ling' ring  year, 
No  path  we  shun,  no  darkness  dread, 
Our  heart  still  whisp'ring,  thou  art  near. 

Cho. 

3  On  thee  we  fling  our  burd'ning  woe, 
0  Love  Divine,  for  ever  dear  ; 
Content  to  suffer  while  we  know, 
Living  or  dying,  thou  art  near. 


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Rest  for  the  Weary. 

1  In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory, 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest; 
There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me, 
To  fulfil  my  soul's  request. 

Cho. — There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  you. 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 
There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 
Which  eternally  shall  stand, 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient, 
In  that  holy,  happy  land.  Cho. 

3  Pain  or  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 
Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share; 
But  in  that  celestial  center, 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear.  Cho. 

i  Death  itself  shnll  then  be  vanquished, 
And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn ; 

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Shout  for  gladness,  oh,  ye  ransomed, 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn  !        Cho. 

5  Sing,  oh,  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory, 
Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go ; 
Zion's  gate  will  open  for  you, 
You  shall  find  an  entrance  through. 

Cho. 
587  Dent.  12:9.  Ss  &  7s. 

1  This  is  not  my  place  of  resting, — 
Mine's  a  city  yet  to  come; 
Onward  to  it  I  am  hasting, 
On  to  my  eternal  home. 

2  In  it  all  is  light  and  glory  ; 
O'er  it  shines  a  nightless  day  ; 
Every  trace  of  sin's  sad  stoiy, 
All  the  curse,  hath  passed  away. 

3  There  the  Lamb,  our  Shepherd,  leads  us 
By  the  streams  of  life  along, 
On  the  freshest  pastures  feeds  us, 
Turns  our  sighing  into  song.  Cho. 

4  Soon  we  pass  this  desert  dreary, 
Soon  we  bid  farewell  to  pain  ; 
Never  more  are  sad  or  weary, 
Never,  never  sin  again.  Cho. 

209 


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THY   WAY,    NOT   MINE. 


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1  Thy  way,  not  mine,  0  Lord, 
However  dark  it  be ! 
Lead  me  by  thine  own  hand ; 
Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 
I  dare  not  choose  my  lot : 

1  would  not,  if  I  might; 
Choose  thou  for  me,  my  God, 
So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

2  The  kingdom  that  I  seek 
Is  thine  :  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  thine, 
Else  I  must  surely  stray. 
Take  thou  my  cup,  and  it 
With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 

As  best  to  thee  maj-  seem  ; 
Choose  thou  my  good  and  ill. 

3  Choose  thou  for  me  my  friends, 
My  sickness  or  my  health; 
Choose  thou  my  cares  for  me, 
My  poverty  or  wealth. 


Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 
In  things  or  great  or  small ; 
Be  thou  my  Guide,  my  Strength, 
My  Wisdom,  and  my  All. 

589  Heb.  12  :  7. 

1  Be  tranquil,  0  my  soul, 
Be  quiet  every  fear ! 

Thy  Father  hath  controj, 
And  he  is  ever  near. 
Ne'er  of  thy  lot  complain, 
Whatever  may  befall ; 
Sickness,  or  care,  or  pain, 
'Tis  well-appointed  all. 

2  A  Father's  chastening  hand 
Is  leading  thee  along ; 

Nor  distant  is  the  land, 
Where  swells  the  immortal  song. 
Oh,  then,  my  soul,  be  still! 
Await  heaven's  high  decree; 
Seek  but  thy  Father's  will, 
It  shall  be  well  with  thee. 


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210 


590  /o/ml6:33. 

1  Cheer  up,  desponding  soul ! 
Thy  longing  pleased  I  see; 
"lis  part  of  that  great  whole 
Wherewith  I  longed  for  thee  : 
Wherewith  I  longed  for  thee, 
And  left  my  Father's  throne 
From  death  to  set  thee  free, 
And  claim  thee  for  my  own. 

2  To  claim  thee  for  my  own 
I  suffered  on  the  cross  ; 

Oh,  were  my  love  but  known, 
All  else  would  be  as  dross  ! 
All  else  would  be  as  dross, 
And  souls,  through  grace  divine, 
Would  count  their  gains  but  loss, 
To  live  forever  mine. 

591  Iso.  33:  17. 

1  There  is  a  blessed  home 
Beyond  this  land  of  woe, 
Where  trials  never  come, 
Nor  tears  of  sorrow  flow ; 
Where  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 
And  patient  hope  is  crowned, 
And  everlasting  light 

Its  glory  throws  around. 

2  There  is  a  land  of  peace ; 
Good  angels  know  it  well ; 
Glad  songs  that  never  cease 
Within  its  portals  swell ; 
Around  its  glorious  throne 
Ten  thousand  saints  adore 
Christ,  with  the  Father  one, 
And  Spirit,  evermore. 

3  Oh,  joy  all  joys  beyond ! 
To  see  the  Lamb  who  died, 
And  count  each  sacred  wound, 
In  hands,  and  feet,  and  side ; 
To  give  to  him  the  praise 

Of  every  triumph  won, 

And  sing  through  endless  days 

The  great  things  he  hath  done. 

4  Look  up,  ye  saints  of  God ! 
Nor  fear  to  tread  below 

The  path  your  Saviour  trod 
Of  daily  toil  and  woe ; 


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Wait  but  a  little  while 
In  uncomplaining  love ; 
His  own  most  gracious  smile 
Shall  welcome  you  above. 

592  Mark  14:  36. 

1  My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt ! 
Oh !  may  thy  will  be  mine  ; 
Into  thy  hand  of  love 

1  would  my  all  resign ; 
Through  sorrow,  or  through  joy, 
Conduct  me  as  thine  own, 

And  help  me  still  to  say, 
My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done  ! 

2  My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt ! 
Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear  : 
Since  thou  on  earth  hast  wept, 
And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  thee, 
My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done ! 

3  My  Jesus,  as  thou  wilt! 
All  shall  be  well  for  me ; 
Bach  changing  future  scene 
I  gladly  trust  with  thee : 
Straight  to  my  home  above 
I  travel  calmly  on, 

And  sing,  in  life  or  death, 
My  Lord,  thy  will  be  done ! 

593  Ps.  116:  7. 

1  My  spirit  longs  for  thee 
To  dwell  within  my  breast; 
Although  unworthy  I 

Of  so  divine  a  Guest! 
Of  so  divine  a  Guest 
Unworthy  though  I  be, 
Yet  hath  my  heart  no  rest 
Until  it  come  to  thee ! 

2  Until  it  come  to  thee, 
In  vain  I  look  around  : 
In  all  that  I  can  see 
No  rest  is  to  be  found  ! 
No  rest  is  to  be  found, 
But  in  thy  bleeding  love, 
Oh,  let  my  wish  be  crowned, 
And  send  it  from  above  ! 


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UPLIFT  YOUR  BANNER.    L.  M. 


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594r  Uplift  the  Banner .'  L.    M. 

1  Uplift  the  banner !  Let  it  float 
Sky-ward  and  sea-ward,  high  and  wide ; 
The  sun  shall  light  its  shining  folds, 
The  Cross,  on  which  the  Saviour  died. 

2  Uplift  the  banner !  Angels  bend 
In  anxious  silence  o'er  the  sign, 
And  vainly  seek  to  comprehend 
The  wonder  of  the  love  divine. 

3  Uplift  the  banner  !  Heathen  lands 
Shall  see  from  far  the  glorious  sight, 
And  nations,  gathering  at  the  call, 
Their  spirits  kindle  in  its  light. 

4  Uplift  the  banner  !  Let  it  float 
Sky-ward  and  sea-ward,  high  and  wide  ; 
Our  glory  only  in  the  Cross, 
Our  only  hope  the  Crucified. 

5  Uplift  the  banner  !  Wide  and  high 
Sea-ward  and  sky-ward  let  it  shine: 
Nor  skill,  nor  might,  nor  merit  ours; 
We  conquer  only  in  that  sign. 
595  John  17:24  L.  M. 
1  Let  me  be  with  thee  where  thou  art, 
My  Saviour,  my  eternal  Rest; 
Then  only  will  this  longing  heart 
Be  fully  and  forever  blest. 


2  Let  me  be  with  thee  where  thou  art, 
Thine  unvailed  glory  to  behold  ; 
Then  only  will  this  wandering  heart 
Cease  to  be  false  to  thee  and  cold. 

3  Let  me  be  with  thee  where  thou  art, 
Where  spotless  saints  thy  name  adore ; 
Then  only  will  this  sinful  heart 

Be  evil  and  defiled  no  more. 

4  Let  me  be  with  thee  where  thou  art, 
Where  none  can  die,  where  none  remove; 
There  neither  death  nor  life  will  part 
Me  from  thy  presence  and  thy  love. 

John  12 :  21.  L.  M. 


596 

1  Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  I 

Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 

Fain  would  mine  ej-es  my  Saviour  see — 

1  wait  a  visit,  Lord  !  from  thee. 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus  !  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  Blest  Saviour !    what  delicious  fare — ■ 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

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JESUS  LEAD  THE  ■WAY.    5s  &«8s. 


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1  Jesus  !  lead  the  way 

To  eternal  day : 

And  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 

We  will  follow,  calm  and  fearless : 

Guide  us  by  thy  hand 

To  our  Fatherland. 


2  If  the  way  be  drear, 

If  the  foe  be  near, 

If  our  days  be  very  dreary, 

And  our  burdens  very  weary, 

Lead  us  by  thy  hand, 

To  our  Fatherland. 


3  When  we  seek  relief 

From  a  long-felt  grief, 

Then  in  all  our  woe  and  weakness, 

Grant  us  patience,  grant  us  meekness, 

Guide  us  by  thy  hand 

To  our  Fatherland. 


4  Jesus !  still  lead  on, 

Till  our  rest  be  won  ; 

Heavenly  Leader  !  still  direct  us, 

Still  support,  console,  protect  us, 

Till, we  safely  stand, 

In  our  Fatherland. 


Jesus,  slain  for  me.  OS  &  oS» 


1  Jesus,  who  can  be 

Once  compared  with  Thee  ! 

Source  of  rest  and  consolation, 

Life,  and  light,  and  full  salvation; 

Son  of  God,  with  Thee 

None  compared  can  be  ! 


2  Jesus,  slain  for  me 
On  the  accursed  tree  ! 
From  all  sin  me  to  deliver 
And  from  death  to  save  forever  ! 
I  am  by  thy  blood 
Reconciled  to  God. 


3  Grant  me  steadiness, 

Lord,  to  run  my  race, 

Following  Thee  with  love  most  tender. 

So  that  Satan  may  not  hinder 

Me  by  craft  or  force  ; 

Further  Thou  mv  course. 


4  When  I  hence  depart, 
Strengthen  Thou  my  heart , 
Where  Thou  art,  0  Lord,  convey  me ; 
In  Thy  righteousness  array  me  ; 
That  at  Thy  right  hand 
Joyful  I  may  stand. 

213 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


THY  "WILL  BE  DONE.    8s  &  4s. 


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599 


1  "Thy  will  be  done  !"  In  devious  way 
The  hurrying  stream  of  life  may  run  ; 
Yet  still  our  grateful  hearts  shall  say, 

"Thy  will  be  done  !" 

2  "Thy  will  be  done!"  If  o'er  us  shine 
A  gladdening  and  a  prosperous  sun  ; 
This  prayer  will  make  it  more  divine, — 

"Thy  will  be  done!" 

3  "Thy  will  be  done  I"  Though  shrouded  o'er 
Our  path  with  gloom ;  one  comfort,  one 
Is  ours, — to  breathe,  while  we  adore, 

"Thy  will  be  done  !" 


8s&  4s.'5  Let  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest ; 
My  God  !  to  thee  I  leave  the  rest : 
Thy  will  be  done !   - 


600 


Ads  21 :  14. 


8s&4s. 


1  My  God,  my  Father !  while  I  stray 
Far  from  my  home  on  life's  rough  way, 
Oh,  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 

Thy  will  be  donel 

2  What  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 
For  friends  beloved,  no  longer  nigh  ? 
Submissive  still  would  I  reply, 

Thy  will  be  done  ! 

3  Though  thou  hast  called  me  to  resign 
What  most  I  prized,  it  ne'er  was  mine; 
I  have  but  yielded  what  was  thine ; 

Thy  will  be  done ! 

4  Should  grief  or  sickness  waste  away 
My  life  in  premature  decay, 

My  Father !  still  I  strive  to  say, 
Thy  will  be  done  ! 


6  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day ; 
Blend  it  with  thine,  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

Thy  will  be  done  1 

7  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer  oft  mixed  with  tears  before, 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  shore, 

Thy  will  be  done ! 

601  Hallelujah !  8S  &  4rS. 

1  The  strife  is  o'er,  the  battle  done  ; 
The  triumph  of  the  Lord  is  won  ; 
Oh  let  the  song  of  praise  be  sung  ! 

Hallelujah ! 

2  The  powers  of  death  have  done  their  worst, 
And  Jesus  hath  His  foes  dispersed  ; 
Let  shouts  of  praise  and  joy  outburst ! 

Hallelujah ! 

3  On  that  third  morn  He  rose  again 
In  glorious  majesty  to  reign ; 

Oh  let  us  swell  the  joyful  strain  ! 
Hallelujah ! 

4  Lord,  by  the  stripes  which  wounded  Thee, 
From  death's  dread  sting  Thy  servants  free, 
That  we  may  live,  and  sing  to  Thee! 

Hallelujah ! 


214 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


LOBD,  WITH  GLOWING  HEAET.    8s&7s. 


602 


1  Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  thee 
For  the  bliss  thy  love  bestows ; 
For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me, 
And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows: 
Help,  0  God,  my  weak  endeavor; 
This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise ; 

Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 
Can  my  love  be  warmed  to  praise. 

2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 
Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray  ; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 
From  the  paths  of  death  away ; 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 
Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 
Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 
Vainly  would  my  lips  express  : 
Low  before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 
Deign  thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless  ; 
Let  thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 
Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise ; 
And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 
Let  my  life  show  forth  thy  praise. 


8s  &  7s.'2  Vainer  still  the  hope  of  heaven, 
That  on  human  strength  relies ; 
But  to  him  shall  help  be  given, 
Who  in  humble  faith  applies. 


603 


8s  &  7s. 


1  Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor, 
Did  not  God  that  labor  bless ; 
Vain,  without  his  grace  and  favor, 
Every  talent  we  possess. 


3  Seek  we,  then,  the  Lord's  Anointed; 
He  shall  grant  us  peace  and  rest: 
Ne'er  was  suppliant  disappointed. 
Who  through  Christ  his  prayer 


604r  John  to:  so.      8s,  7s  &  4s. 

1  Hark !  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary ; 

See  ! — it  rends  the  rocks  asunder — 

Shakes  the  earth — and  vails  the  sky  : 

"It  is  finished!" — 

Hear  the  d3ring  Saviour  cry. 


2  "It  is  finished  !" — oh,  what  pleasure 
Do  these  charming  words  afford  ! 
Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  through  Christ,  the  Lord : 
'It  is  finished  !" — 
Saints  !  the  dying  words  record. 


3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs ! 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme: 
All  in  earth  and  heaven,  uniting, 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name: 
Hallelujah  !— 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  ! 


215 


MISCELLANEOUS. 


GOOD;  or,  How  Sweetly  Flowed. 
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1  How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  list'ning  thousands  gathered  round. 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place  ! 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke 
To  heaven  he  led  his  foll'wers'  way; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke, 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  "Come,  wanderers!  to  my  Father's  home, 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones  !  and  rest:" 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher ;  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 


606 


Matt.  11  :  28. 


L.M. 


1  With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around; 
Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea ; 
Yet,  'mid  the  gloom,  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  whisper,  "Come  to  me." 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest; 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee : 
Oh,  to  the  weary,  faint,  oppressed, 
How  sweet  the  bidding,  "Come  to  me  !" 

3  "Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die  ! 
Earth  is  no  resting-place  for  thee; 

To  heaven  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 
I  am  thy  portion;  Come  to  me!" 


4  0  voice  of  mercy  !  voice  of  love  ! 
In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony, 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above  ! 
And  gently  whisper,  "Come  to  me!" 


L.M. 


My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 
Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness  J 

1  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame, 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name. 

2  When  darkness  veils  his  lovely  face, 
I  rest  on  his  unchanging  grace  ; 

In  every  high  and  stormy  gale, 
My  anchor  holds  within  the  veil. 

3  His  oath,  his  covenant,  his  blood, 
Support  me  in  the  whelming  flood; 
When  all  around  my  soul  gives  way, 
He  then  is  all  my  hope  and  stay. 

4  When  he  shall  come  with  trumpet  sound, 
0,  may  I  then  in  him  be  found ; 
Drest  in  his  righteousness  alone, 
Faultless  to  stand  before  the  throne  ! 


608 


L.M. 


1  0  Spirit  of  the  living  God, 
In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire,  and  hearts  of  love, 
To  preach  the  reconciling  word  ; 

Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 


3  Baptize  the  nations,  far  and  nigh; 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 
Till  every  kindred  call  him  Lord. 

216 


MISCELLANEOUS. 
MATTOON;  or,  My  Father's  House. 


609  S.  M. 

1  My  Father's  house  on  high  ! 
Home  of  my  soul !  how  near 

At  times,  to  faith's  foreseeing  eye, 
Thy  golden  gates  appear  ! 

2  I  hear  at  morn  and  even 
At  noon  and  midnight  hour, 
The  choral  harmonies  of  heaven 
Angelic  music  pour. 

3  Oh,  then  my  spirit  faints 
To  reach  the  land  I  love — 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 
My  glorious  home  above. 

610  S.  M 

1  One  sweetly  solemn  thought 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er, — 
Nearer  my  home,  to-day,  am  I 
Than  e'er  I've  been  before. 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 
Where  many  mansions  be  ; 
Nearer  to-day  the  great  white  throne ; 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea. 

3  Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 
Where  burdens  are  laid  down  ; 
Nearer  to  leave  the  heavy  cross ; 
Nearer  to  gain  the  crown. 

4  Father,  perfect  my  trust ! 
Strengthen  my  power  of  faith  ! 
Nor  let  me  stand,  at  last,  alone 
Upon  the  shore  of  death. 


S.  M. 


611 

1  Servant  of  God,  well  done! 
Rest  from  thy  loved  employ : 

The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 

2  The  pains  of  death  are  past ; 
Labor  and  sorrow  cease; 

And  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

3  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 
Praise  be  thy  new  employ ; 
And,  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 


612  S.  M. 

1  Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise, 

And  gird  3rour  armor  on, 

Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies, 

Through  his  eternal  Son : 

Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
And  in  his  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  From  strength  to  strength  go  on  ; 
Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

4  Still  let  the  Spirit  cry, 
In  all  his  soldiers,  "Come," 
Till  Christ  the  Lord  descends  from  high, 
And  takes  the  conquerors  home. 

217 


MISCELLANEOUS. 
MEASE ;  or,  God  of  the  Morning  Ray.    6a  &  4s. 


Geo.  Kingsley. 


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1  God  of  the  morning  ray, 
God  of  the  rising  day, 

Glorious  in  power ! 
In  thee  we  live  and  move, 
And  thus  we  daily  prove 
Thy  condescending  love 

Each  passing  hour. 

2  God  of  our  feeble  race, 
God  of  redeeming  grace, 

Spirit  all-blest ! 
Our  own  eternal  Friend, 
Thy  guardian  influence  lend, 
From  ever}'  snare  defend — 

In  thee  we  rest. 

614r  Rev.  14:  3.  6s    &     4s. 

1  Sing,  sing  his  lofty  praise, 
Whom  angels  cannot  raise, 

But  whom  they  sing; 
Jesus,  who  reigns  above, 
Object  of  angels'  love, 
Jesus,  whose  grace  we  prove, 

Jesus,  our  King. 

2  Rich  is  the  grace  we  sing, 
Poor  is  the  praise  we  bring, 

Not  as  we  ought ; 
But  when  we  see  his  face, 
In  3-onder  glorious  place, 
Then  shall  we  sing  his  grace, 

Sing  without  fault. 

615  Da».  12:   3.  Gs     &     4s. 

1  Sound,  sound  the  tenth  abroad! 
Bear  ye  the  word  of  God 


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Through  the  wide  world  ; 
Tell  what  our  Lord  has  done, 
Tell  how  the  day  is  won, 
And  from  his  lofty  throne 

Satan  is  hurled. 
2  Ye,  who  forsaking  all, 
At  your  loved  Master's  call, 

Comforts  resign : 
Soon  will  j'our  work  be  done  ; 
Soon  will  the  prize  be  won  ; 
Brighter  than  yonder  sun 

Then  shall  ye  shine. 

616  Ps.  150.  6s   &   4s. 

1  Praise  ye  Jehovah's  name  ; 
Praise  through  his  courts  proclaim; 

Rise  and  adore ; 
High  o'er  the  heavens  above, 
Sound  his  great  acts  of  love, 
While  his  rich  grace  we  prove, 

Vast  as  his  power. 

2  Now  let  the  trumpet  raise 
Sounds  of  triumphant  praise, 

Wide  as  his  fame  ; 
There  let  the  harp  be  found  ; 
Organs,  with  solemn  sound, 
Roll  your  deep  notes  around, 
Filled  with  his  name. 

3  While  his  high  praise  j'ou  sing, 
Shake  everj-  sounding  string; 

Sweet  the  accord ! 
He  vital  breath  bestows ; 
Let  every  breath  that  flows, 
His  noblest  fame  disclose: 

Praise  ye  the  Lord. 
218 


617  "FAEEWELL! 

Tenor.    Affet. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

"WE  MEET  NO  MOSE." 


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To  Jesus  flies : 
From  him  I'll  never  part, 
On  him  my  hope  relies. 


3  Farewell !  and  shall  we  meet 
In  heaven  above? 
And  there  in  union  sweet, 
Sing  of  a  Saviour's  love? 


618  GO  TO  THY  REST  IN  PEACE.    6s  & 

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2  Go  to  thy  peaceful  rest,  For  thee  we  need  not  weep;  Since  thouart  now  a- 

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MISCELLANEOUS. 


A  SOLDIER'S   DIRGE.    Chant. 


Geo.  Kingsley. 


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1  The  flag  hangs  low,  in  mournful  wares; 
The  gathering  |  crowds  are  |  dumb ;  | 
Dim  paths  that  wind  among  the  graves, 
Wait  |  for  the  |  muffled  |  drum  !  | 
In  martial  files,  with  brows  all  bare, 
Mute  comrades  |  guard  the  |  ground;  | 
The  bell's  sad  tolling  swells  the  air, 
In  |  waves  of  |  sorrowing  |  sound.  i| 


2  Breathe  dirges  o'er  j'our  hero's  rest, 
Ye  for  whose  |  cause  he  |  bled  ;  | 
Yours  the  dear  land  whose  yearning  breast, 
Takes  |  home  the  |  honored  |  dead.  | 
0  God  of  our  forefathers'  trust ! 
God  of  the  |  brave  and  |  free;  | 
Our  hands  have  crowned  his  martyr'd  dust, 
We  I  leave  the  I  dead  with  I  thee.  II 


IT  CAME  UPOM  THE  MIDNIGHT  CLEAR.     Chant. 


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620  C.  M. 

1  It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear, 
That  glorious  |  song  of  |  old, 
From  angels  bending  near  the  earth 
To  |  touch  their  |  harps  of  |  gold  ; 
"Peace  to  the  earth,  good-will  to  man, 
From  heaven's  all-  |  gracious  |  King:" 
The  earth  in  solemn  stillness  lay, 
To  |  hear  the  |  angels  |  sing. 


2  Still  through  the  cloven  skies  the}-  come, 
With  peaceful  |  wings  un-  |  furled ; 
And  still  celestial  music  floats 
O'er  |  all  the  |  weary  |  world; 
Above  its  sad  and  lowly  plains 
They  bend  on  |  heavenly  |  wing, 
And  ever,  o'er  its  Babel  sounds, 
The  |  blessed  |  angels  |  sing. 

220 


MISCELLANEOUS. 
FHOM  THE  KECESSES.    Chant. 


621 


1  From  the  recesses  of  a  lowly  spirit, 

Our  humble  prayer  ascends;  O  |  Father  !  |  hear  it, 
Upsoaring  on  the  wings  of  awe  and  meekness ! 
|  For-'  '  |  give  its  |  weakness ! 

2  We  see  thy  hand;  it  leads  us,  it  supports  us: 

"We  hear  thy  voice;  it  |  counsels  and  it  |  courts  us: 
And  then  we  turn  away  ;  and  still  thy  kindness 
|  For-'  '  |  gives  our  |  blindness. 

3  Oh,  how  long-suffering,  Lord  !  but  thou  delightest 
To  win  with  |  love  the  |  wandering;  ||  thou  invitest, 
By  smiles  of  mercy,  not  by  frowns  or  terrors, 

|  Man  ' '  |  from  his  |  errors. 

4  Father  and  Saviour  !  plant  within  each  bosom 
The  |  seeds  of  |  holiness,  j|  and  bid  them  blossom. 
In  fragrance  and  in  beauty  bright  and  vernal, 

|  And  '  '  |  spring  e-  |  ternal. 

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1  0  Christ,  thou  Lamb  of  God,  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  "  of  the  [  world,  || 

have  |  mercy  |  upon  |  us.  || 

2  0  Christ,  thou  Lamb  of  God,  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  '  of  the  |  world,  ||  have 

|  mercy  |  upon  |  us.  || 

3  0  Christ,  thou  Lamb  of  God,  that  takest  away  the  [  sins  '  of  the  |  world,  || 

grant  us  |  thy  |  peace.  ||    A- men.  || 

221 


MISCELLANEOUS. 
BEAUTIFUL  ZION.    Chant. 


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1  Beautiful  Zion,  built  above, 
Beautiful  city,  |  that  I  |  love, 
Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white, 
Beautiful  |  temple,  |  God  its  |  light ! 
He  who  was  slain  on  |  Calva-  |  ry 
Opens  those  |  pearly  |  gates  to  |  ine. 

2  Beautiful  heaven,  where  all  is  light, 
Beautiful  angels,  |  clothed  in  |  white, 
Beautiful  strains  that  never  tire, 
Beautiful  |  harps  through  |  all  the  |  choir! 
There  shall  I  join  the  |  chorus  |  sweet, 
Worshiping  |  at  the  |  Saviour's  |  feet. 


3  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow, 
Beautiful  palms  the  |  conquerors  |  show, 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransomed  wear, 
Beautiful  |  all  who  |  enter  |  there ! 
Thither  I  press  with  |  eager  |  feet ; 
There  shall  my  |  rest  be  |  long  and  j  sweet. 

4  Beautiful  throne  for  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  |  angels  |  sing, 
Beautiful  rest,  all  wanderings  cease, 
Beautiful  |  home  of  |  perfect  |  peace  ! 
There  shall  my  eyes  the  I  Saviour  |  see; 
Haste  to  this  j  heavenly  |  home  with  |  me ! 


BEYOND   THE  SMILING.    Chant. 


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624 


1  Beyond  the  smiling  and  the  weeping 

I  I  shall  be  |  soon  ;  || 
Beyond  the  waking  and  the  sleeping,  | 
Beyond  the  sowing  and  the  reaping 

I  I  shall  be  |  soon  !  || 
Love,  rest  and  home — 
Sweet  hope!  Lord,  |  tarry  |  not,  but  |  come! 


2  Beyond  the  blooming  and  the  fading 

I  I  shall  be  |  soon  ;  || 
Beyond  the  shining  and  the  shading,  | 
Beyond  the  hoping  and  the  dreading, 

I  |  shall  be  |  soon !  || 
Love,  rest  and  home — 
Sweet  hope!  Lord,  |  tarry  |  not,  but  |  come! 


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Glory  be  to  |  God  on  |  high,  ||  and  on  earth  |  peace,  good-  |  -will : "  towards  |  men.  || 
We  praise  thee,  we  bless  thee,  we  |  worship  j  thee,  jj  we  glorify  thee,  we  give  thanks 
to  thee  |  for  thy  |  great  —  |  glory.  || 


Part  II. 

0  Lord  God,  |  heavenly  |  King,  ||  God  the  |  Father  |  Al-  —  |  mighty !  || 

0  Lord,  the  only-begotten  Son  |  Jesus  |  Christ,  || 

0  Lord  God,  Lamb  of  God,  |  Son " '  of  the  |  Fa |  ther,  || 

...       -  Part  III. 

That  takest  away  the  |  sins  ' '  of  the  |  world,  ||  have  mercy  up-  |  on  —  |  us.  || 
Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  ' '  of  the  |  world,  [|  have  mercy  up-  |  on  —  |  us. 
Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  '  '  of  the  |  world,  ||  receive  |  our  —  |  prayer. 
Thou  that  sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  |  God  the  j  Father,  ||  have  mercy  up-  |  on  — 
us.  II 


For  thou  only  |  art  —  |  holy,  ||  thou 
Thou  only,  0  Christ,  with  the  |  Holy 
God  the  I  Father.  I  A- 1  men.  II 


Part  I. 

only  |  art  the  |  Lord.  || 
|  Ghost,  ||  art  most  high  in  the  |  glory  • '  of  I 

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626  John  15:  5.  6s  &  4s.  628 

1  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 
Most  gracious  Lord : 
No  tender  voice  like  Thine 
Can  peace  afford. 

Refr. — I  need  Thee,  oh  !  I  need  Thee  : 
Every  hour  I  need  Thee  ; 

0  bless  me  now,  my  Saviour! 

1  come  to  Thee. 


2  I  need  Thee  every  hour; 
Stay  Thou  near  by ; 
Temptations  lose  their  power 
When  Thou  art  nigh. 


3  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 
In  joy  or  pain  : 
Come  quickly  and  abide, 
Or  life  is  vain. 


4  I  need  Thee  every  hour ; 
Teach  me  Thy  will; 
And  Thy  rich  promises 
In  me  fulfil. 


5  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 
Most  Holy  One; 
Oh,  make  me  Thine  indeed, 
Thou  blessed  Son. 


627  2  Cor.  6 :  2.  7s< 

1  Heavenly  Father,  bless  me  now; 
At  the  cross  of  Christ  I  bow; 
Take  my  guilt  and  grief  away  ; 
Hear  and  heal  me  now,  I  pray. 

Refr. — Bless  me  now,  bless  me  now ; 

Heavenly  Father,  bless  me  now 


2  Now,  0  Lord,  this  very  hour, 
Send  thy  grace  and  show  thy  power ; 
While  I  rest  upon  thy  word, 
Come  and  bless  me  now,  0  Lord. 


3  Now,  oh,  now,  for  Jesus'  sake, 
Lift  the  clouds,  the  fetters  break ; 
While  I  look,  and  as  I  cry, 
Touch  and  cleanse  me  ere  I  die. 


Ps.  40:  17. 


L.M. 


1  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known; 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare, 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear, 

To  him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless; 
And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 
Believe  his  word  and  trust  his  grace, 
I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  praj'er. 

3  Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer, 
May  I  thy  consolation  share, 

Till  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height 
I  view  my  home  and  take  my  flight ; 
This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop,  and  rise, 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize; 
And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air 
Farewell  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 


629 


Gal.  6 :  7. 


9s  &  7  s. 


1  Sowing  the  seed  bjr  the  daylight  fair, 
Sowing  the  seed  by  the  noon-day  glare, 
Sowing  the  seed  by  the  fading  light, 
Sowing  the  seed  in  the  solemn  night; 
Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 

Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 

Refr. — Sown  in  the  darkness  or  sown  in  the  li^ht, 
Sown  in  our  weakness  or  sown  in  our  might, 
Gathered  in  time  or  eternity. 
Sure,  ah,  sure  will  the  harvest  be, 

2  Sowing  the  seed  by  the  wayside  high, 
Sowing  the  seed  on  the  rocks  to  die, 
Sowing  the  seed  where  the  thorns  will  spoil, 
Sowing  the  seed  in  the  fertile  soil; 

Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 
Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be? 

3  Sowing  the  seed  of  a  lingering  pain, 
Sowing  the  seed  of  a  maddened  brain, 
Sowing  the  seed  of  a  tarnished  name, 
Sowing  the  seed  of  eternal  shame ; 
Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 

Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 


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4  Sowing  the  seed  with  an  aching  heart, 
Sowing  the  seed  while  the  tear-drops  start, 
Sowing  in  hope  till  the  reapers  come, 
Gladly  to  gather  the  harvest  home ; 
Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 
Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be? 

630  PS.32:8.  78. 

1  Holy  Spirit,  faithful  guide, 
Ever  near  the  Christian's  side; 
Gently  lead  us  by  the  hand, 
Pilgrims  in  a  desert  land ; 
"Weary  souls  for  e'er  rejoice, 
While  they  hear  that  sweetest  voice, 
Whispering  softly,  wanderer  come  ! 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  thee  home. 

2  Ever  present,  truest  Friend, 
Ever  near  thine  aid  to  lend, 
Leave  us  not  to  doubt  and  fear, 
Groping  on  in  darkness  drear, 
When  the  storms  are  raging  sore, 
Hearts  grow  faint,  and  hopes  give  o'er, 
Whispei-ing  softly,  wanderer  come! 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  thee  home. 

3  When  our  days  of  toil  shall  cease, 
Waiting  still  for  sweet  release, 
Nothing  left  but  heaven  and  prayer, 
Wond'ring  if  our  names  were  there, 
Wading  deep  the  dismal  flood, 
Pleading  nought  but  Jesus'  blood, 
Whispering  softly,  wanderer  come  ! 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  thee  home  : 


All  because  we  do  not  carry, 
Everything  to  God  in  prayer. 

2  Have  we  trials  and  temptations  ? 
Is  there  trouble  anywhere  ? 

We  should  never  be  discouraged, 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Can  we  find  a  Friend  so  faithful, 
Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share  ? 
Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness, 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

3  Are  we  weak  and  heavj"-  laden, 
Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care  ? 
Precious  Saviour,  still  our  refuge, — 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee  ? 
Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer ; 
In  His  arms  He'll  take  and  shield  thee, 
Thou  wilt  find  a  solace  there. 


631 


Prov.  18 :  24. 


8s  &  7s. 


1  What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus, 
All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear ; 
What  a  privilege  to  carry, 
Everything  to  God  in  prayer. 
Oh  !  what  peace  we  often  forfeit, 
Oh !  what_needless  pain  we  bear, 


632 


Acts  26  :  28.       9S,  6s  &  4:3. 


I   'Almost  persuaded"  now  to  believe  ; 
"Almost  persuaded"  Christ  to  receive; 
Seems  now  some  soul  to  say: 
"Go,  Spirit,  go  thy  way, 
Some  more  convenient  day, 
On  thee  I'll  call." 


2  "Almost  persuaded,"  come,  come  to-day; 
"Almost  persuaded,"  turn  not  away. 
Jesus  invites  you  here, 

Angels  are  lingering  near, 
Prayers  rise  from  hearts  so  dear ; 
0  wanderer,  come ! 

3  "Almost  persuaded,"  harvest  is  past! 
"Almost  persuaded,"  doom  comes  at  last! 
"Almost"  cannot  avail; 

"Almost"  is  but  to  fail ! 
Sad,  sad  that  bitter  wail, — 
"Almost,"  but  lost! 


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633  BeD.  21:2.  P.M. 

2  We  can  see  that  distant  home, 
Though  clouds  rise  dark  between  ; 
Faith  views  the  radiant  dome, 
And  a  lustre  flashes  keen 

From  the  new  Jerusalem. 

I'M  A  PILGRIM. 


In  the  new  Jerusa  -  lera. 


3  Our  hearts  are  breaking  now 
Those  mansions  fair  to  see  ; 
0  Lord  !  thy  heavens  bow, 
And  raise  us  up  with  thee, 
To  the  new  Jerusalem. 


634r  P.  M. 

1  I'm  a  pilgrim  and  I'm  a  stranger; 

1  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry  but  a  night; 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 

To  where  the  fountains  are  ever  flowing. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 

2  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining; 

Oh,  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart  is  there ; 


Here  in  this  country  so  dark  and  dreary 
I  long  have  wandered' forlorn  and  weary. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 

3  There's  the  city  to  which  I  journey; 
My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  its  light; 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  tears  there,  nor  any  dying. 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 


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1  Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing,  Lord ! 
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636  KM, 

1  Lord,  now  we  part  in  thy  blest  name, 
In  which  we  here  together  came ; 
Grant  us,  our  few  remaining  daj-s, 

To  work  thy  will  and  spread  thy  praise. 

2  Teach  us  in  life  and  death  to  bless, 
Thee,  Lord,  our  strength  and  righteousness ; 
Grant  that  we  all  may  meet  above 
Where  we  shall  better  sing  thy  love. 

637  Phil.  4: 7.  L#M< 

1  The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals, 
And  by  his  word  of  grace  imparts, 
Which  only  the  believer  feels, 
Direct,  and  keep,  and  cheer  our  hearts ! 

2  And  may  the  holy,  Three  in  One, 
The  Father,  Word,  and  Comforter, 
Pour  an  abundant  blessing  down 
On  every  soul  assembled  here  I 

638  I.  M. 

1  Praises  to  him  whose  love  has  given, 
In  Christ  his  Son,  the  life  of  heaven ; 


Who  for  our  darkness  gives  us  light, 
And  turns  to  day  our  deepest  night. 

2  Praises  to  him,  in  grace,  who. came, 
To  bear  our  woe  and  sin  and  shame; 
Who  lived  to  die,  who  died  to  rise, 
The  God-accepted  sacrifice. 

3  Praises  to  him  the  chain  who  broke, 
Opened  the  prison,  burst  the  yoke, 
Sent  forth  the  captives  glad  and  free, 
Heirs  of  an  endless  liberty. 

4  Praises  to  him  who  sheds  abroad 
Within  our  hearts  the  love  of  God ; 
The  spirit  of  all  truth  and  peace, 
Fountain  of  joy  and  holiness. 

5  To  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  now 
The  hands  we  lift,  the  knees  we  bow ;  . 
To  thee,  Jehovah,  thus  we  raise 

The  sinners'  endless  song  of  praise ! 

639   Brief  Cal1 10  Fraise-  Psalm  117.  t.  M. 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  creator's  praise  arise; 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore. 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more  ! 


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Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flo 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Sod,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

2  L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven ! 

3  CM. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 

4r  S.M. 

The  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  we  adore ; 

We  praise,  we  bless,  we  worship  thee, 

Both  now  and  evermore ! 

5  7s. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  I 


6 


8s  &  7s. 


Honor,  glory,  might,  dominion, 
To  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
With  the  everlasting  Spirit, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 

7  C.  M.,  Double. 

The  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 

Who  calls  our  souls  from  death, 

Who  saves  by  His  redeeming  Word 

And  new-creating  Breath : 

To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  All-Divine, 

The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 

Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

3  7s  &  6s. 

To  thee  be  praise  forever, 
Thou  glorious  King  of  kings  I 
Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 
Each  ransomed  spirit  sings: 
We'll  celebrate  thy  glory 
With  all  thy  saints  above, 
And  shout  the  joyful  story 
Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

7s  &  6s. 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  whom  we  adore, 
Join  we  with  the  heavenly  host 
To  praise  thee  evermore ; 


228 


DOXOLOGIES. 


Live,  by  heaven  and  earth  adored, 
Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
All  glory  be  to  thee  ! 


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6s  &  4s. 


To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 

All  praise  be  given ! 
Crown  him  in  every  song ; 
To  him  your  hearts  belong 
Let  all  his  praise  prolong 

On  earth,  in  heaven ! 

10  H.  M. 

To  God  the  Father's  throne 
Your  highest  honors  raise; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise : 
With  all  our  powers, 
Eternal  King ! 
Thy  name  we  sing, 
While  faith  adores. 


11 


10s. 


To  Father,  Son  and  Spirit,  ever  blest, 
Eternal  praise  and  worship  be  addressed ; 
From  age  to  age,  ye  saints,  his  name  adore, 
And  spread  his  fame  till  time  shall  be  no  more. 


12 


lis. 


0  Father  Almighty,  to  thee  be  addressed, 
With  Christ  and  the  Spirit,  one  God  ever  blest, 
All  glory  and  worship,  from  earth  and  from  heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be  given 


13 


8s,  7s  &  4s. 


Great  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 


God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  ; 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One ! 


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L.  P.  M. 


Now  to  the  great  and  sacred  three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praise  and  glory  given 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 
And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  heaven. 


15 


8s  &  7s. 


Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation ; 
Praise  the  Spirit  from,  above  ; 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, 
Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live ; 

Undivided  adoration 
To  the  one  Jehovah  give ! 


16 


7s. 


Praise  the  name  of  God  most  high; 
Praise  him,  all  below  the  sky ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 


17 


C.  P.  M. 


To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God,  whom  Heaven's  triumphant 
And  saints  on  earth  adore  ; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
And  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


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HYMN.  AUTHOR 

579  Abide  with  me  !  Fast  falls  the  eventide 


H.  F.  Lyte. 

368  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King../.  Watts. 

290  According  to  thy  gracious  word 

J.  Montgomery 

443  A  charge  to  keep  I  have C.  Wesley. 

4G5  A  few  more  years  shall  roll H.  Bonar. 

118  Again  our  earthly  cares  we J.  Newton. 

170  Alas!  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed Walts. 

174  Alas  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise. .Anne  Steele 

564  A  light  streams  downward  from 

'. Mrs.  Hinsdale 

48  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus' E.  Perronel. 

552  All  glory,  praise  and  honor Theodulph. 

553  All  praise  to  thee,  my  God,  this T.  Ken. 

150  All  praise  to  thee,  Eternal  Lord Luther. 

5G3  Almighty  Father,  hear  our  cry Anon. 

493  Almighty  maker  of  my  frame Steele. 

G32  "Almost  persuaded,"  now  to  believe.. .Bliss. 

430  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross Watts. 

442  Amidst  a  world  of  hopes  and Anon. 

517  And  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest? R.  Palmer 

427  And  must  I  part  with  all B.  Beddome. 

302  And  must  this  body  die? Watts. 

514  And  will  the  Judge  descend Doddridge. 

206  Angels,  roll  the  rock  away T.  Scott. 

121  Another  six  days'  work  is  done.. ..J.  Stennel. 
373  Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat.. Newton. 

240  Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise .Watts. 

231  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake 

W.  Shrubsole. 

58  Around  the  Saviour's  lofty  throne..  T.  Kelly. 

10  Ascend  thy  throne,  Almighty  King 

Beddome. 

507  As  Jesus  died  and  rose  again M.  Bruce. 

313  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep 

Mrs.  M.  Maclcay. 

38S  As  when  the  weary  traveler Newton. 

281  At  the  Lamb's  high  feast («r)  Campbell. 

42  Awake,  and  sing  the  song W.  Hammond. 

537  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with Ken. 

56  Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful S.  Medley. 

440  Awake,  my  soul,  lift  up Barbauld.  217  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come J.  Hart. 

230 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

431  Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every.. P.  Doddridge. 
5  Awake,  my  tongue,  thy  tribute.. J.  Needham. 
438  Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears Watts. 

623  Beautiful  Zion,  built  above Anon. 

3  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne Watts. 

94  Begin,  my  soul,  the  exalted  lay J.  Ogilvie. 

339  Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door J.  Grigg. 

273  Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone Watts. 

300  Behold  the  western  evening  light.. .Peabody. 
393  Behold  what  wondrous  grace Walts. 

20  Beneath  a  numerous  train 

589  Be  tranquil,  O  my  soul Hastings. 

624  Beyond  the  smiling  and  the  weeping.. Bonar. 
378  Blessed  Saviour!  thee  I  love G  Ditffleld. 

7  Bless-,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God Watts. 

246  Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace Walls. 

221  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds J.  Fawcetl. 

545  Blest  be  thy  love,  dear  Lord J.  Austin. 

39  Blest  be  thou,  O  God  of  Israel Anon. 

476  Blest  hour,  when  mortal  man Baffles, 

451  Blest  Jesus,  when  my  soaring.. Heginbotham. 

154  Blow  ye  the  trumpet C.  Wesley. 

283  Bread  of  heaven!  on  thee  we J.  Conder. 

145  Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory. .R.  Robinson. 

556  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons R.  Heber. 

387  By  faith  in  Christ  I  walk Newton. 

131  Calm  on  the  listening  ear Sean.  I 

482  Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord R.  Hill. 

307  Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to Collyer. 

590  Cheer  up,  desponding  soul Byrom. 

80  Children  of  the  heavenly  King.-.J'.  Cennich. 

157  Christ  is  our  corner-stone (tr)  Chandler. 

205  Christ  the  Lord,  is  risen C.  Wesley. 

90  Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God J.  Boden. 

109  Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  bless J.  DobeU. 

116  Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  feed Mason. 

210  Come,  divine  and  peaceful  guest Anon. 

478  Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and Walls. 

196  Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly Browne. 

343  Come  hither,  all  ye  weary Watts. 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 


HTMN.  AUTHOR. 

211  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly Watts. 

353  Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose E.  Jones. 

!03  Come,  Jesus,  Redeemer,  abide B.  Palmer. 

2^9  Come,  Kingdom  of  our  God Johns. 

288  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful Watts. 

243  Come,  let  us  join  our  friends C.  Wesley. 

583  Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus Bethune. 

163  Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs 

Montgomery. 

135  Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not Bonar. 

403  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare Newton. 

126  Come,  0  Creator,  Spirit  blest (tr)  Caswell. 

347  Come,  says  Jesus'  sacred  voice Barbauld. 

44  Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad Watts. 

223  Come,  thou  Almighty  King C.  Wesley. 

407  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every Bobinson. 

143  Come,  thon  long-expected ft  Wesley. 

486  Come  up  hither  !  come  away Nevin. 

340  Come,  weary  souls  with  sins Steele. 

446  Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord Watts. 

555  Come,  ye  disconsolate T.  Moore. 

557  Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come Alford. 

25  Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear Burder. 

144  Crown  his  head  with  endless W.  Goode 


252  Daughter  of  Zion  !  from  the  dust 

Montgomery 

236  Day  of  judgment !  day  of  wonders. ..Newton 

62  Dearest  of  all  the  names  above Watts 

173  Dear  Father  !  to  thy  mercy-seat Steele. 

423  Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul Steele 

397  Dear  Saviour  !  we  are  thine Doddridge 

350  Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be? ft  Wesley 

523  Descend  from  heaven,  immortal Watts 

183  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  ? Beddome. 

635  Dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing Hart. 

450  Do  not  I  love  Thee,  O  my  Lord.. ..Doddridge, 

470  Encompassed  with  clouds  of  distress.... Anon 

330  Eternal  Source  of  every  joy Doddridge. 

13  Eternal  Spirit !  we  confess Watts. 

483  Everlasting  arms  of  love Macduff. 

311  Everything  we  love  and  cherish 


.458  Fade,  fade,  each  earthly  joy Mrs.  Bonar. 

3S3  Faith  adds  new  charms  to Watts. 

.382  Faith  is  the  brightest  evidence Watts. 

617  Farewell!  Farewell!  we  meet  no  more 

Anon. 

466  Far  from  my  heavenly  home Lyte. 

596  Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone.. 

Watts. 

511  Far  from  these  narrow  scenes Steele. 

428  Father  of  love  I  our  guide  and Irons. 

231 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

256  Father  of  mercies  !  condescend Morell. 

227  Father  of  heaven!  whose  love Cooper. 

462  Father!  Ilong,  Ifainttosee Watts. 

336  Father!  oh,  hearmenow Hall. 

297  Few  are  thy  days  and  full  of Logan. 

467  Forever  with  the  Lord  ! Montgomery. 

566  Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky. .Heber. 

550  Forth  in  thy  name,  O  Lord,  I C.  Wesley. 

141  For  thy  mercy  and  thy  grace Downton. 

117  Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns Browne. 

639  From  all  that  dwell  below  the Watts. 

474  From  every  stormy  wind  that H.  Stowell. 

258  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains Heber. 

621  From  the  recesses  of  a  lovrly  spirit.. Bowring. 

310  Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us.... Hastings. 

502  Gently,  my  Saviour,  let  me  down B.  Hill. 

531  Giver  and  Guardian  of C.  Wesley. 

23  Give  thanks  to  God ;  he  resigns Watts. 

305  Give  to  the  wind  thy  fears P.  Gerhardt. 

408  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken... Newton. 

625  Glory  be  to  God  on  high,  and  on 

234  Glory  be  to  God  the  Father Bonar. 

30  Glory  be  to  God  on  high C.  Wesley. 

640  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  to 

244  Glory  to  God,  whose  witness  train 

(tr)  Moravian. 

540  Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this Ken. 

88  Glory  to  God  on  high J.  Allen. 

335  God  bless  our  native  land Dwight. 

342  God  calling  yet ;  shall  I  not.. .(tr)  Borthwick. 

35  God  eternal,  mighty  King (tr)  De  Deam. 

107  God  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son Beddome. 

4S8  God  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints Watts. 

187  God  of  mercy,  God  of  Jove Lyte. 

530  God  of  my  life,  my  morning  song 

414  God  of  my  life,  to  thee  I  call Cowper. 

410  God  of  my  life,  through  all  my. ..Doddridge. 

549  God  of  the  morning !  at  whose Watts. 

613  God  of  the  morning  ray Hastings. 

490  God  will  our  strength  and  refuge Anon. 

441  Go,  labor  on;  your  hands  are Bonar. 

277  Go,  preach  my  gospel,  saith  the  Lord..  Watts. 

379  Go  to  dark  Gethsemane Montgomery. 

618  Go  to  thy  rest  in  peace Anon. 

394  Grace!  'tis  a  charming  sound Doddridge. 

209  Gracious  Spirit,  Love  divine Stacker. 

425  Grant  me  within  thy  courts  a... .Montgomery. 

123  Great  God!  attend  while  Zion Watts. 

266  Great  God!  now  condescend Fellows. 

554  Great  God!  to  thee  my  evening Steele. 

152  Great  God  !  we  sing  that  mighty.. Doddridge. 

245  Great  is  the  Lord  our  God Watts. 

4  Great  One  in  Three Anon. 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


JTTMN.  AUTHOR. 

124  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness Watts. 

237  Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah...  Williams 

163  Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed Montgomery. 

78  Hallelujah!   raise,  O  raise Conder 

452  Happy  the  heart  where  graces Walts 

212  Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined. ..C.  Wesley. 

147  Hark!  an  awful  voice  is {tr)  Caswell. 

153  Hark!  hark!  the  notes  of  joy A.  Heed. 

520  Hark  how  the  choral  song  of McAll. 

309  Hark  the  sound  of  holy  voices....  Wordsworth. 
127  Hark  the  glad  sound,  the Doddridge. 

604  Hark!  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy.. ..Evans. 

138  Hark!  the  herald  angels 8 ing C.  Wesley. 

509  Hark  to  the  trump,  behold Denny, 

142  Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy Cawood. 

348  Haste,  O  sinner,  now  be  wise Scott. 

345  Have  mercy  on  me,  O  my  God! Anon. 

299  Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven Watts. 

C27  Heavenly  Father,  bless  me  now A.  Clark. 

516  He  comes,  the  conquerer  comes 

192  He  dies,  the  friend  of  sinners Watts. 

448  Heirs  of  unending  life Anon. 

606  He  reigns,  the  Lord,  the  Saviour.. Watts. 

485  High  in  yonder  realms  of  light Baffles. 

24  Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name Needham. 

40  Holy  Ghost!  dispel  our {tr)  Toplady. 

208  Holy  Ghost!  with  light  divine Reed. 

33  Holy,  Holy,  Holy  Lord Montgomery. 

630  Holy  Spirit,  faithful  guide Wells. 

31  Holy  Spirit !  Love  Divine Anon. 

52  Hosanna;  raise  the  pealing  hymn... Havergal. 

74  Hosanna  to  the  living  Lord Beber. 

526  Hope  of  our  hearts,  O  Lord Denny. 

248  How  beauteous  are  their  feet Watts. 

314  How  blest  the  righteous,  when  he... Barbauld. 

220  How  charming  is  the  place Stennet. 

360  How  heavy  is  the  night Watts. 

172  How  oft,  alas!  this  wretched Steele. 

113  How  preciousis  the  book  divine Fawcelt. 

453  How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is Swain. 

605  How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel's  sound 

Bowring. 

64  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

Newton. 

4S0  How  sweet  to  leave  the  world Kelly. 

318  How  vain  is  all  beneath  the Anon. 

5G9  How  welcome  was  the  call Baker. 

179  Humbly  now,  with  deep  contrition Anon. 


320  I  am  weary  of  straying !  O  fain York. 

2  I  believe  in  God,  the  Father 

96  I  bless  the  Christ  of  God Bonar. 

497  If  God  is  mine,  then  present  things Anon. 

232 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

498  If  I  must  die,  oh  let  me  die Anon./ 

571  H  through  unruffled  seas Toplady/ 

370  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say Bona/. 

168  I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus Bonir. 

125  I  love  the  sacred  book  of  God Killy. 

218  I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord Dcight. 

534  I  love  to  steal  awhile  away Mrs.  frown. 

634  I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm Mrs.  Dana. 

626  I  need  thee  every  hour Mrs.Uawkes. 

570  In  every  trying  hour Anon. 

472  Inspirer  and  Hearer  of  prayer Toplady. 

586  In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory. Harmer. 

177  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory..... Boating. 

620  It  came  upon  the  midnight  clear. ,E.  H.  Sears. 

190  "It  is  finished  !"  shall  we  raise Anon. 

303  It  is  not  death  to  die Bethune. 

495  It  is  the  Lord,  enthroned Green. 

322  I  would  not  livealway,  I  ask Muhlenberg. 

21  Jehovah  reigns ;  he  dwells  in  light Watts. 

22  Jehovah  reigns ;  his  throne  is Watts. 

461  Jerusalem!  my  happy  home Dickson. 

284  Jesus!    all-atoning  Lamb C.  Wesley. 

55  Jesus !  and  shall  it  ever  be Grigg. 

291  Jesus,  at  whose  supreme  command..  C.  Wesley. 

204  Jesus  Christ  is  risen  to-day {tr). 

344  Jesus  demands  this  heart  of Steele. 

72  Jesus!  engrave  it  on  my  heart Medley. 

178  Jesus  I  full  of  all  compassion Turner. 

363  Jesus  1  I  come  to  thee Bemen. 

396  Jesus!  I  live  to  thee II  Harbaugh. 

85  Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  na.me..Doddridge. 
255  Jesus,  immortal  King!  arise Seymour. 

61  Jesus!  in  thy  transporting  name Steele. 

413  Jesus!  in  whom  but  thee... Conder. 

597  Jesus,  lead  the  way {lr)  Zinzendorf. 

75  Jesus!  lover  of  my  soul C.  WesUff. 

82  Jesus,  my  Saviour  !  bind  me  fast. ..Beddome. 

349  Jesus  !  save  my  dying  soul C.  Wesley. 

158  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun Walts. 

285  Jesus!  Shepherd  of  the  sheep Anon. 

86  Jesus!  these  eyes  have  never ralmer. 

70  Jesus!  the  spring  of  joys  divine Steele. 

66  Jesus !  the  very  thought  of  thee..((r)  Bernard. 

65  Jesus!  thou  art  the  sinners' Burnham. 

54  Jesus !  thou  joy  of  loving  hearts.. {tr)  Bernard. 

392  Jesus !  thy  blood  and  righteousness 

{tr)  Zinzendorf. 

71  Jesus !  thy  boundless  love  to. ..{tr)  J.  Wesley. 

87  Jesus!  thy  name  I  love Deck. 

267  Jesus!  we  thus  obey Anon. 

112  Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet Cowper. 

293  Jesus!  with  all  thy  saints  above Walts. 

598  Jesus!  who  can  be {tr)  Frelinghysen. 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

128  Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come Watts. 

399  Joyful  be  the  hours  to-day Kelly. 

364  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea Elliott. 

9  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God Walts. 

352  Let  every  mortal  ear  attend Watts. 

595  Let  me  be  with  thee  where  thou  art 

C.  Elliot. 

214  Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky Colterill. 

222  Let  us  awake  our  joys Kingsbury. 

324  Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind....  John  Milton. 
328  Let  Sion  praise  the  mighty  God Anon. 

27  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise..  Wardlaw. 
195  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates... (tr)  Winkworth. 
201  Lift  up  your  heads,  eternal  gates Tate. 

79  Light  of  life  !  seraphic  fire C.  Wesley. 

254  Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's Denny. 

146  Light  of  those  whose  dreary C.  Wesley. 

219  Like  Noah's  weary  dove Muhlenberg. 

184  Like  sheep  we  went  astray Watts.' 

12  Lo  !  God  is  here,  let  us  adore C.  Wesley. 

235  Lo  !  he  comes  with  clouds C.  Wesley. 

238  Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy Shirely. 

276  Lord!  lam  thine,  entirely  thine Davies. 

424  Lord  !  I  believe,  thy  power  I  own. ..Wreford. 

528  Lord!  I  believe  a  rest  remains C.  Wesley. 

119  Lord!  in  the  morning  thou  shalt Walts. 

16  Lord,  in  the  temples  of  thy  grace Steele. 

167  Lord  Jesus!  by  thy  passion Anon. 

386  Lord  Jesus!  we  are  one  with  thee Deck. 

357  Lord,  like  the  publican  I  stand Raffles. 

18  Lord  of  all  being  !  throned  afar Holmes. 

636  Lord,  now  we  part  in  thy  blest Ileber. 

551  Lord,  let  my  heart  still  turn Anon. 

233  Lord  of  the  harvest !  bend  thine Hastings. 

533  Lord  !  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I Watts. 

404  Lord!  we  come  before  thee  now. ..Hammond. 

263  Lord!  what  our  ears  have  heard Anon. 

602  Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  thee..Key. 

405  Love  Divine !  all  love  excelling.. ..C.  Wesley, 
525  Lo!  what  a  glorious  sight  appears Watts 


51  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned Stennet. 

180  May  the  grace  of  Christ  the  Saviour...ZVeio<on. 
821  Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature.. Anon 

457  More  love  to  thee,  O  Christ Mrs.  Prentiss. 

207  Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb Collyer. 

129  Mortals,  awake,  with  angels  join Medley 

432  Must  Jesns  bear  the  cross  alone Allen. 

334  My  country!  tis  of  thee Smith 

53  My  dear  Eedeemer  and  my  Lord Walts 

225  My  faith  looks  up  to  thee Palmer. 

508  My  faith  shall  triumph  o'er  the Anon. 

609  My  Father's  house  on  high Montgomery . 

186  My  few  revolving  years Beddome.  518  O,  for  a  sweet  inspiring  ray 

233 


HYMN.  ATTTHOK. 

552  My  God!  how  endless  is  thy  love Walts, 

385  My  God!  my  Father  !  blissful  name.. .Steele. 
600  My  God !  my  Father  !  while  1  stray. .0.  Elliot. 

544  My  God  !  permit  my  tongue.. Watts. 

81  My  God !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys Watts. 

471  My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love Francis. 

607  My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  Jess Mote. 

584  My  heavenly  home  is  bright  and Hunter. 

592  My  Jesus  as  thou  wilt {tr)  Schmolke. 

122  My  opening  eyes  with  rapture  see Hutlon. 

68  My  Saviour  !  my  Almighty  friend Watts. 

445  My  soul!  weigh  not  thy  life Anon. 

444  My  soul!  be  on  thy  guard Heath. 

487  My  spirit  looks  to  God  alone Watts. 

593  My  spirit  longs  for  thee Byrom, 

456  Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee Mrs.  Adams. 

538  New,  every  morning,  is  the  love Keble. 

389  No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no Watts. 

567  None  loves  me  Saviour,  with  thy  love 

{tr)  German. 

459  No,  not  despairingly Anon. 

464  Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor Walts. 

181  Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts Watts. 

139  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme Maden. 

259  Now  be  the  gospel  banner Hastings. 

535  Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts Mason. 

337  Now  I  have  found  a  friend Hope. 

73  Now  in  a  song  of  grateful  praise Anon. 

14  Now  let  my  soul,  eternal  King.. Heginbotham. 

521  Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings Gibbons. 

251  Now  living  waters  flow Anon. 

286  Now  may  he,  who  from  the  dead Newton, 

100  O,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul Montgomery. 

261  O  Bread,  to  pilgrims  given (()•)  Palmer. 

361  O  cease,  my  wandering  soul Muhlenberg. 

536  O  Christ!  with  each  returning  morn 

{tr)  Latin. 

69  O  Christ!  our  true  and {tr)  Winkworth. 

622  O  Christ,  thou  Lamb  of  God 

110  0  come,  loud  anthems  let  us Tate. 

84  O  !  could  I  find  from  day  to  day  ...Cleveland. 

91  O,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth..  JfedZey. 

527  O,  could  our  thoughts  and  wishes Steele. 

409  O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness...  Williams. 

182  O'erwhelmed  in  depths  of  woe....(fr)  Caswell. 
97  O  everlasting  Light Bonar. 

417  O,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God Cowper. 

381  O,  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink.. .Bathurst. 

374  O,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God C.  Wesley _ 

426  O,  for  an  overcoming  faith Watts. 

202  O,  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy ...Watts. 

Steele. 


INDEX    OF   FIR3T   LINES. 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

60  O,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing...C.  Wesley 

301  O,  for  the  death  of  those Montgomery 

402  Oft  in  danger,  oft  in  woe White. 

105  0  Garden  of  Olives,  thou  dear De  Fleury 

250  O  God  of  sovereign  grace Melrose 

264  O  God  of  Abraham  !  hear Hastings 

295  OGod!  our  help  in  ages  past Watts. 

532  O  God  !  that  madest  earth  and  sky Anon. 

29  O  God  !  we  praise  thee  and  confess.. Patrick. 
275  0  happy  day!  that  seals  my  choice 

Doddridge 

519  O  happy  saints  !  who  dwell  in  light 

Berridge 

419  O  happy  soul!  that  lives Watts. 

436  O  help  us,  Lord,  each  hour  of Milman 

226  O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord Eastbume. 

580  O  holy  Saviour,  Friend  unseen C.  Elliot 

98  O  Holy  Spirit!  come  and Allen 

215  OHoly  Spirit!  Fount  of  Love {tr). 

46  O  Jesus,  God  and  man Baiter. 

63  O  Jesus!  King  most  wonderful.,  (tr)  Bernard. 

279  O  Lord  of  hosts  !  whose  glory  fills Neale. 

247  O  Lord  our  God!  arise Wardlaiv. 

92  O  Love  Divine  !  how  sweet  thou...C.  Wesley. 
585  O  Love  Divine,  that  stooped  to  share.. Holmes. 

199  O  Love,  which  lightens  all Monsell. 

460  O  mother  dear  !  Jerusalem Dickson. 

561  One  prayer  I  have— all  prayers  in  one 

Montgomery. 

155  One  sole  baptismal  sign Robinson, 

610  One  sweetly  solemn  thought Carey- 

463  On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand... .Stennet. 

332  On  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  we  call Anon. 

166  O  sacred  Head  !  now  wounded. .(/)■)  Bernard. 

132  O  Saviour  of  our  race ((>■)  Winckworth. 

193  O  Saviour,  who  for  man  hast Coffin. 

608  O  Spirit  of  the  Living  God Montgomery. 

434  O  speed  thee,  Christian,  on  thy  way  ....Anon. 

246  O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my Watts. 

351  O  these  eyes,  how  dark  and  blind Bonar. 

338  O  thou  best  gift  of  heaven Anon. 

372  O  thou,  from  whom  all  goodness Haweis. 

366  O  thou  that  hearest,  when  sinners Watts. 

93  O  thou,  that  hearest  the  prayer  of. ..Toplady. 

581  O  thou,  the  contrite  sinners  Friend. .C.  Elliot. 

421  O  thou,  the  Lord  and  Life  of Hall. 

416  O  thou,  to  whose  all-searching.. (tr)  J.  Wesley. 

171  O  thou  whose  tender  mercy  hears Steele. 

274  O  thou  whose  own  vast  temple  stands 

Bryant. 

369  O  turn,  great  Ruler  of  the  skies Merrick. 

455  Our  God  is  Love,  and  all  his Colterill. 

1  Our  Father,  who  art  in  heaven 

398  Our  heavenly  Father  calls Doddridge. 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

151  Our  Helper,  God,  we  bless  thy Doddridge'. 

194  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead....C.  Wesley. 

375  Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  distress Watts. 

239  O,  where  are  kings  and  empires Coxe. 

358  O,  where  shall  rest  be  found Montgomery. 

269  O  wondrous  is  thy  mercy Anon. 

568  Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  p\amti\e..Shirely. 

271  Planted  in  Christ,  the  living Smith. 

558  Pleasant  are  thy  courts  above Lyte. 

326  Praise,  O  praise,  our  God  and Baiter. 

36  Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens  adore 

Kempthorne. 

38  Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator... .Fawcett. 

638  Praises  to  him,  whose  love  has Bonar. 

325  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise Barbauld. 

616  Praise  ye  Jehovah's  name Goode. 

6  Praise  ye  the  Lord  ;  all  nature  join....  Watts. 

257  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere Montgomery. 

289  Prepare  us,  Lord,  to  view  thy Anon. 

356  Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet Stennet. 

415  Redeemed  from  guilt ;  Redeemed Lyte. 

578  Rejoice  and  be  glad Bonar. 

489  Rejoice,  ye  saints,  rejoice  and Anon. 

317  Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal Watts. 

512  Rest  for  the  toiling  hand Bonar. 

Ill  Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest Watts. 

354  Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return Collyer. 

159  Rise,  crowned  with  light,  great Pope. 

376  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me Toplady. 

41  Round  the  Lord,  in  glory  seated Mdnt. 

574  Saints  in  glory  !  we  together Mahmied. 

380  Safely  through  another  week Newton. 

329  Salvation  doth  to  God  belong Doddri(fge. 

560  Salvation!  O  the  joyful  sound Watts. 

377  Saviour  of  our  ruined  race Hastings. 

188  Saviour  !  when  in  dust  to  thee Grant. 

268  See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd Doddridge. 

543  Serene  I  laid  me  down Scott. 

611  Servant  of  God,  well  done Montgomery. 

270  Shepherd  of  Israel !  from  above Bathurst. 

76  Shepherd  of  the  ransomed  flock twon. 

89  Shepherd  of  tender  youth (tr)  Clement. 

406  Shepherd  of  thine  Israel,  lead 

253  Shine,  mighty  God,  on  Zion Walts. 

367  Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive Watts. 

573  Sing  of  Jesus,  sing  forever Kelly. 

614  Sing,  sing  his  lofty  praise Kelly. 

130  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant Watts. 

355  Sinners,  the  voice  of  God  regard Fawcett, 

346  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die C.  Wesli 

312  Sister,  thou  wast.mild  and  lovely Smith. 


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HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

401  Sleep  not,  soldier  of  the  cross Gaskell, 

612  Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise Wesley 

412  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express Walls 

230  Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise Voice. 

32  Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang. ..Montgomery. 

615  Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad Kelly. 

484  Source  and  Giver  of  repose Toplady. 

481  Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies Ryland. 

1S9  Sovereign  ruler,  Lord  of  all Raffles 

384  Sovereign  of  all  the  worlds  on  high Walts 

232  Sovereign  of  worlds  !  display  thy Yoke 

629  Sowing  the  seed  by  the  daylight  ia,ii...Anon. 

213  Spirit  Divine  !  attend  our  prayer Reed 

197  Spirit  of  mercy,  truth  and  love Kyle 

454  Spirit  of  peace  !  celestial  Dove Lyte. 

437  Stand  up,  my  soul ;  shake  off. Watts. 

260  Stand  up!    stand  up  for  Jesus Dvffield. 

522  Still  one  in  life,  and  one  in  death Bonar- 

176  Suffering  Son  of  man,  be  near Anon. 

327  Summer  ended,  harvest  o'er Phillimore. 

539  Sun  of  my  soul !  thou  Saviour  dear Keble. 

191  Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  has Toplady. 

628  Sweet  hour  of  prayer Walford. 

501  Sweet  is  the  scene  when  Christians..-Z?ar&anZd. 
108  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God Watts 

89  Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord Auber 

175  Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. ...Allen. 
323  Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song Strong. 

308  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour Mrs.  Smith. 

510  That  awful  day  will  surely  come Watts. 

505  That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful....  IT.  Scott. 

133  The  Advent  of  our  God (tr)  Chandler. 

292  The  blest  memorials  of  thy  grief 

439  The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are Cowper. 

494  The  Christian  would  not  have  his  lot 

136  The  Church  has  waited  long Bonar. 

547  The  day  is  past  and  gone Leland. 

546  The  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent Neale. 

619  The  flag  hangs  low,  in  mournful  waves 

Anon. 

559  The  golden  gates  are  lifted  up Anon. 

333  The  God  of  Harvest  praise Montgomery. 

572  The  harvest  dawn  is  near Burgess. 

203  The  head  that  once  was  crowned Kelly. 

106  The  heavens  declare  thy  glory Watts. 

500  The  hour  of  my  departure's  come Bruce. 

447  The  Lord  himself  will  keep Kelly. 

15  The  Lord  is  king !  lift  up  thy  voice... Conder. 

102  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd  ;  no  want 

Montgomery. 

185  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed Kelly. 

45  The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is Watts. 

241  The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light Watts. 

504  The  Lord  will  come,  the  earth  shall. ..Heber. 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

198  The  morning  purples  all  the  sky (fir). 

637  The  peace  which  God  alone  reveals. ..Newton. 

468  The  people  of  the  Lord Anon. 

304  The  pity  of  the  Lord Watts. 

229  The  praise  of  Zion  waits  for  thee Walts. 

591  There  is  a  blessed  home..... Baiter. 

169  There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood.. Cowper. 

17  There  is  a  God  !  all  nature  speaks Steele. 

524  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight Watts. 

262  The  Saviour  kindly  calls Onderdonh- 

59  The  Saviour  !  oh,  what  endless- Steele. 

134  The  Son  of  man  shall  come Beadon. 

11  The  spacious  firmament  on  high Addison. 

359  The  Spiritin  our  hearts Onderdonl: 

601  The  strife  is  o'er,  the  battle  done Anon. 

319  The  things  of  the  earth,  in  the  earth 

(tr)  Neale,. 

575  The  voice  of  free  grace  cries Burdsall. 

529  The  whole  creation  groans Anon. 

120  Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  yre..Doddridge. 

282  Thine  forever !  God  of  love Maude. 

587  This  is  not  my  place  of  resting Bonar. 

114  This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made...  Wafts. 
473  This  Lord  is  the  Lord  we  adore 

576  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave !  but Heber. 

50  Thou  art  the  way,  to  thee  alone Doane. 

265  Thou  God  of  sovereign  grace  ! Anon. 

515  Thou  Judge  of  quick  and  dead C.  Wesley. 

362  Thou  Lord  of  all  above Beddome. 

83  Thou  lovely  source  of  true  delight Steele. 

499  Thou  must  go  forth  alone Anon. 

224  Thou  whose  almighty  word Marriott. 

104  Though  faint,  yet  pursuing Anon. 

429  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of Tate. 

315  Through  every  age,  eternal  God Watts, 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord Bonar. 

599  Thy  will  be  done !  In  devious Boioring. 

541  Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on Watts. 

390  'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come Watts. 

162  'Tis  finished  ;  so  the  Saviour  cried. ...Stennet. 
161  'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Olive's Tappen. 

28  To  God  be  glory,  peace  on  earth Tate. 

43  To  God  the  only  wise Watts. 

469  To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope Coioper, 

548  To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine Doddridge. 

34  To  thy  temple  I  repair Montgomery. 

400  To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large Merrick. 

200  Tiiumphant  Christ     ascends  on Steele. 

228  Triumphant  Zion !  lift  thy Doddridge. 

594  Uplift  the  banner  !  Let  it  float Doane. 

603  Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor Lyte. 

19  Wait,  O  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will Lloyd. 

513  Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound Wesley, 


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INDEX    OF   FIRST   LINES. 


HYMN.  AUTHOR. 

422  Walk  in  the  light ;  so  shalt  thou Barton. 

137  Watchman !  tell  us  of  the  night Bowring. 

633  We  are  on  our  journey  home C.  Beecher. 

156  Welcome,  delightful  morn Hayward. 

371  Welcome,  O  Saviour,  to  my  heart.... Bourne. 
491  Welcome  to  me  the  darkest  night Anon. 

47  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest Watts. 

542  We  lift  our  hearts  to  thee J.  Wesley. 

435  We  seek  a  rest  beyond  the Newton. 

577  We  praise  thee,  O  God,  for  the Maclcey. 

49  We  sing  to  thee,  thou  Son  of  God Anon. 

631  What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus Bonar. 

57  What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring Watts. 

67  What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty Denny. 

411  What  sinners  value,  I  resign Watts. 

479  What  various  hindrances  we  meet... .Cowper. 

565  When  adverse  winds  and  waves  arise 

Sigoumey. 

11  When  along  life's  thorny  road Anon. 

331  When  in  our  hour  of  utmost  need 

(tr)  Winckworlh. 

280  When  in  these  courts  we  seek  thy  face 

Montgomery. 

164  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross Watts. 

148  When  Jordan  hushed  his  waters. ..Campbell. 

418  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear Walts. 

496  When  languor  and  disease  invade...  Toplady. 

149  When  marshalled  on  the  nightly White. 

2S7  When  our  heads  are  bowed  with  woe 

Milman. 

306  When  overwhelmed  with  grief Watts. 

95  When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge.Muntingdon. 


T^fN.  AUTHOR. 

433  When  waves  of  trouble Elliot. 

475  Where  is  my  God,  does  he  retire Steele. 

HI  Where  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord 

Slennelt. 

449  While  my  Kedeemer's  near Steele. 

341  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light.. Dwight. 
562  While  o'er  the  deep  thy  servants  sail 

Burgess. 

140  While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun. .Newton. 
420  Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  power 

Williams. 

391  Who  shall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn...  Watts. 
296  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends..  Walts. 

160  Why  droops  my  soul,  with  grief Scott. 

492  Why  should  I  murmur,  or  repine Anon. 

212  Why  should  the  children  of  a  King Watts. 

298  Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow Anon. 

316  Why  should  we  start,  and  fear Watts. 

503  Why  should  we  weep  for  those Gilbert. 

8  With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and Walts. 

365  With  broken  heart  and  contrite Eh-in. 

294  With  humble  faith  and  thankful Stennet. 

115  With  joy  we  hail  the  sacred  day. .Miss.  Auber. 

606  With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around C.  Elliot. 

272  Witness  ye  men  and  angels  now Beddome. 

37  Worship,  honor,  glory,  blessing Osier. 

278  Ye  Christian  heralds  !  go  proclaim. ..Draper. 
26  Ye  humble  souls !  approach  your  God.. Steele. 

101  Ye  saints  proclaim  abroad Ryland. 

395  Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints Toplady. 


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etrical  Index  of  Tunes  and  Authors. 


^©«- 


L.M. 

NAME.  HYMNS.  SOURCE. 

Beethoven 562 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Duke  Street 226 J.  Hatton. 

Federal  Street 192,  230 H.  K.  Oliver. 

Forest 195 A.  Chapin. 

Goiug  Home 584 Dr.  Wm.  Stiller. 

Good 605 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Gratitude 331,  491 T.  Hastings. 

Hallet 367,  414 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Happy  Day 275 

Hamburg 487,  553 Dr.  L.  Mason. 


H.K.  Oliver. 

,..Dr.  L.  Mason. 
,...W.  H.  Monk. 
•Dr.  M.  Luther. 
..Geo.  Kingsley. 


Harmony  Grove 20 

Hebron 339 

Hursley 14,  539 

Judgment  Hymn 500 

Lambie 151,  387, 

Loving  Kindness 56 

Luton 441 S.  Burder. 

Mendon 279. ..Dr.  L.  Mason,  arr. 

Migdol 72,  120 Dr.  L.  Mason. 

Missionary  Chant. ....158,  437 C.  Zeuner. 

Northampton 565 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Old  Hundred 3,  635 Claude  Goudimel. 

Olive's  Brow 474,  521 W.  B.  Bradbury. 

Oriel 316,  391 W.  B.Bradbury. 

Best 313,  504 W.B.  Bradbury. 

Betreat 410 Dr.  Hastings. 

Bockingham 328 Dr.  L.  Mason. 

Sessions 7,  518 

Stirling 10, 148 R.  Harrison. 

Tallis'  Ev.  Hymn 69 Tallis. 

Uplift  the  Banner 594 Darley,  arr. 

Uxbridge 17 Dr.  L.  Mason. 

Van  Hall's  Hymn 124 Van  Hall. 

Ward 53,  162.. .Dr.  L.Mason,  arr. 

Ware 109,  549 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Wei  ton 343 .Malan. 

Winchester 106 German 

Woodworth 364,  477,  536 W.  B.  Bradbury 

CM. 

Antioeh 127 Handel. 

Arlington 64,  497 T.  A.  Arne 

237 


NAME.  HYMNS.  SOURCE. 

Armenia 51,  510 S.  B.  Pond. 

Avon 24 Scotch. 

Balerma 239 Simpson. 

Bernard 421 Mozart. 

Boardman 214,  453 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Cambridge 242,  507 R.  Williams. 

Chestnut  Street 450 H.  K.  Oliver. 

Christmas 130 Handel. 

Coronation 48,  460 O.  Holden. 

Coventry 81 English. 

Cowper 427,  533 Dr.  L.  Mason. 

Cross  and  Crown 67 A.  Chapin. 

Dedham 252 W.  Gardiner. 

Denfield 28,  530 Glaser. 

Devizes 434 Isaac  Tucker. 

Downs 211 Dr.  L.  Mason. 

Dundee 299,  494 Scotch. 

Evan 292,  417. ...Dr.  Havergal  arr. 

Fountain 169,  355 Scotch. 

Haven 524 Dr.  T.  Hastings. 

Heber 62,  527 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Henry 198 S.  B.  Pond. 

Howard 288 Mrs.  Cuthbert. 

Manoah 255 Rossini. 

Marlow 113. ...Dr.  L.  Masonarr. 

Mear 295 A.  Williams. 

Merton 85,  384 H.  K.  Oliver. 

Naomi 370 Dr.  L.  Mason. 

Newbold 202,  462 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Ortonville 381,  430 Dr.  T.  Hastings. 

Keiter 173 Geo  Kingsley. 

Khine 373 German. 

St.  Martina 59 W.  Tansur. 

Valentia 117,  272...  Geo.  Kingsley  arr. 

Walnut  St.  Chant 559 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Warwick 268 S.  Stanley. 

Woodland 423 N.  D.  Gould. 

Woodstock 352 D.  Dutton. 

S.  M. 

Badea 249 German. 

Barber 443 Mozart. 


METRICAL    INDEX    OF    TUNES    AND    AUTHORS. 


NAME.  HYMNS.  SOURCE. 

Boylston 132,  181 Dr.  L.  Mason. 

Dennis 217,  304,  515 Nageli. 

Dover 393 English. 

Ferguson 96,  265 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Franklin  Square 220 S.  B.  Pond. 

Haydn 135,   396. ..Geo.  Kingsley  arr. 

Kentucky 358 Western. 

Laban 46, 184 Dr.  L.  Mason. 

Lisbon 447,  546 D.  Read. 

Luther 465,542 Dr.  T.  Hastings. 

Marriage 569 

Mattoon 609 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Mornington 99 Lord  Mornington. 

Olmutz 301,  512... Dr.  L.  Mason  arr. 

Olney 467 Dr.  L.  Mason. 

St.  Thomas 245 A.  Williams. 

Shirland 262 S.  Stanley. 

Silver  Street 42 I.  Smith. 

Thatcher 362 Handel. 

H.  M. 

Lisher ». 155 German. 

Lenox 153 J.  Edson. 


C.  P.  M. 

Bremen 91.. 

Wade 94.. 


.Dr.  L.  Hastings. 
....Geo.  Kingsley. 


lis  &  10s. 

Come,  ye  Disconsolate 555 S.  Webbe. 

lis. 

Expostulation 104,  319 J.  Hopkins. 

Home 321 

Portuguese  Hymn 102 J.  Beading. 


10s. 

Eventide 579 

8s,  7s  &  4s. 

Golgotha 40 

Greenville 408 

Sicilian  Hymn 234 


.W.  H.  Monk, 


Zion. 


..236. 


...Geo.  Kingsley. 

Rosseau. 

Italian. 

Dr.  L.  Hastings. 


8s. 

De  Fleury 469.. 

Inspirer  and  Hearer 471.. 

8s&5s. 
Sing  of  Jesus 573., 

8s  &  7s. 

Autumn 142,  175., 

Golgotha 40., 


..De.  Fleury 


.German. 


Spanish 

.Geo.  Kingsley. 


NAME.  HYMNS. 

Middleton 307... 

Mt,  Vernon 310.. 

Nettleton 405.. 

Rest  for  the  Weary 586.. 

Vespers 145.. 

Vesper  Hymn 179.. 

Wilmot 36.. 


SOURCE. 


,  ...Dr.  L.  Mason, 

A.  Nettleton. 

.  W.  Mc.  Donald. 

Flotmo. 

Russian. 

Weber. 


78  &  6s. 

All  Glory,  Praise  &c 582 Eastern  Clturch. 

Crucifix 167 Greek. 

Missionary  Hymn 258 Dr.  L.  Mason. 

Webb J65 G.J.  Webb. 

Yarmouth 260 Dr.  L.  Mason. 


English. 

Cherubini. 

C.  Malan. 

Herold. 

.  Van  Wartensee. 

Geo.  Hews, 

Spanish. 

S.  B.  Marsh. 


7s. 

Comfort 189. 

Dallas 326.. 

Hendon 284,399.. 

Herold 204., 

Horton 140,481.. 

Holley 79.. 

Litany 187,  346.. 

Martyn 75,  349.. 

Messiah  (double) 557 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Nurenberg 323 „.J.  R.  Ahle. 

Pleyel's  Hymn 30,  281 Pleyel. 

Eock  of  Ages 376 Dr.  T.  Hastings. 

Sabbath 379 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Seelye 208 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Teleman's  Chant 34 C.  Zeuner. 

Von  Weber 403,  485 Von   Weber. 

Watchman,  (double) 137 Dr.  L.  Mason. 

6s  &  4s. 

America 333 H.  Carey. 

Bethany 456 Dr.  L.  Mason. 

Fatherland 458 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Italian  Hymn 87,  224 Giardini, 

Mease 613 Geo.  Kingsley. 

New  Haven 89,  337 Dr.  L.  Hastings. 

Olivet 222 Dr.  L.  Mason. 

63. 

Thy  Way,  not  Mine 588 Weber. 

Miscellaneous. 

Harvest  Home 557 Geo.  Kingsley. 

The  Golden  Gates 559 Geo.  Kingsley. 

While  o'er  the  Deep 562 Geo.  Kingsley. 

When  Adverse  Winds 565 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Sing  of  Jesus 573 German. 

The  Voice  of  Free  Grace..575 Dr.  Clarke, 

We  Praise  Thee  0  God... .577 English, 


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METRICAL   INDEX   OF   TUNES   AND   AUTHORS. 


NAME.  HYMNS.  SOURCE. 

O  Holy  Savior 580 Sir.  G.  Elvey. 

Jesus,  Lead  the  Way 597 German. 

Thy  Will  be  Done 599 J.  B.  DyJces. 

Lord,  with  Glowing  Heart.602 Anon. 

How  Sweetly  flowed 605 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Farewell!  We  meet &C....617 Hastings. 

Go  to  Thy  Best  in  Peace.. 618 Geo.  Kingsley. 

Mt.  Blanc 633 Anon. 

I'm  a  Pilgrim 634 Anon. 


SOURCE* 
Gregorian. 


Chants. 

NAME.  HYMNS. 

The  Lord's  Prayer 1 

Gloria  Patri 640 , 

Gloria  in  Excelsis 625 , 

Agnus  Dei 622 Layriz, 

A  Soldier's  Dirge 619 Geo.  Kingsley 

It  came  upon  the  &c 62b 

From  the  Eecesses 621 Bowring 

Beautiful  Zion 623 , 

Beyond  the  Smiling 624 D.  Clark, 


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